Leemo has left the building

The one, the only, the sausage eating champion of the world, one Leemo "A for Awesome" (or "Athletically toned", both self-proclaimed of course) Cikuts high-tailed it back to the southern hemisphere after six months in this iskender haven.

And with that, I notched my good-shits-who've-come-and-gone belt yet one more time. It seems to be happening all too often, so much so that I think soon I may have to invest in another belt! I suppose normally this is where I'm supposed to stroll down memory lane and give highlights, but there are so many I wouldn't want to belittle any one by reducing it to a casually referenced occasion in a list. I mean, I might as well use bullet points! No way, José! Wait, when did he come in? I thought we were talking about Lee. Anyway, so it will have to suffice that good memories are a plenty, and should be shared only over a cold glass of Bundy, or any ol' grog as the circumstances permit.

A blessing really to have known so many truly wonderful people and to be able to take comfort in the fact that they are all out there now, all over the world, making it a better place just by being. It's also a great excuse, I mean, reason for traveling-even to Aus with it's 578 most deadly, poisonous, dangerous, scary things.. and counting.