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A melodious morn…

After a much-needed rest – one of those hard sleeps where your dreams are not normal, but more like hallucination type dreams. I awoke fairly, and relatively refreshed, and headed out for exploration in Limerick’s quaintness. Being a Sunday, I happened upon St. Mary’s Church and sneaked in for the last half of the celebration and soul restoration – Anglican style.

The music from the organ resonated off stone walls with the weight of 840 years and uplifted my spirit to the heavens. I left the church humming the hymns when my ears were greeted by a young girl in the square across the street playing an Irish jig for all to hear on the fife! My soul already soaring, my steps lightened and my feet began to dance with the jig as I walked down the street dodging doggie doo drops.

I was following an old woman of town, thinking what a fine Irish top o’ the day it ’twas, and began to pass her when out of this woman came the most rip-roaring, long, full and melodious root, toot and toot ever heard! Really.

Tootally spectacular. Pipes, fifes and farts.

Made me step in doo, and then I added my own melody…

Luck o’ the Irish…

Well, another pair of skivvies are to far gone for rejuvenation, and removed from inventory… After a long day waiting on the plane for the Arab League meeting to finish, we took the Prince back to Riyadh from Cairo and then continued on to Shannon Ireland for crew rest in Limerick. Another nearly 30 hour day, but eagerly endured for the always enjoyable respite in Limerick.

To bad we are going to miss the St. Patrick’s Day celebration in Ireland. A week early and a few euro short…

 

75 degrees cold…

I guess when you are used to 100 + degree temperatures, 75 is freezing…

 

A bedouin’s bed, a camel’s grave…

Détente…

While waiting on the airplane for the Prince, the Arab League foreign ministers met in Cairo with the Russian foreign minister Sergei Lavrov to persuade Russia to end its support of the Assad regime in Syria. Russia, Syrians main arms supplier, has defended President Assad against Western and Arab critics. Saudi Foreign Minister Saud al-Faisal said shortcomings in the UN Security Council, where Russia and China have twice vetoed resolutions on Syria, had allowed the killing to go on. Lavrov’s reluctance drew an angry response from the Prince accusing Moscow of giving Damascus a “licence to extend its brutal practices against the Syrian people, without compassion or mercy.”

 

To the dogs…

The egyptian K-9 bomb sniffing dogs…  slightly larger than a dachshund.  The mechanics thought it would be fun to leave some habanero doritos on the floor and see if the dogs would eat them – they didn’t – eat them that is…

 

Solar flares burn skivvies, moonglow and aurora borealis…

After the nice visit with my brother in Washington, DC, we departed earlier than planned for Dhahran to drop off the Oil Minister, on to Jeddah to wait for and pick up the Prince, then take him on to Cairo for an Arab league meeting.

There has been huge solar flares occurring recently, wrecking havoc with HF communications over the Atlantic and we were right in the thick of the worst of it trying like madmen to communicate with someone, anywhere, with nothing but static, hisses and pops.  We even tried howling at the full moon… A nice treat for our efforts however, was a spectacular viewing of the rare and elusive aurora borealis – to fly amongst it is like hacking at golf balls, then hitting one on the sweet spot.  It keeps you coming back to try again and again…

My biblical sightings tour continued with an unexpected surprise passing through eastern Turkey and a flyby of Mt Ararat – the location of Noah’s ark.

The three leg, extra long 30 hour day with a sunset, sunrise and another sunset, ended at the hotel with a skivvies burning; our smalls having grown much larger in their ripeness.