Banjo Cousteau in 1993

Nineteen years ago Banjo Man and I went on a cruise.  He learned how to snorkel.

I didn’t.

He saw fish.  I didn’t.

He ate two entrees at every dinner.   I didn’t.

He wore a baggy bathing suit.  I didn’t.

We both agreed not to wind surf.

But I did stupidly agree to play a game with a balloon between my thighs.  And no, you cannot see the pictures.