[CrazyRu]

OK, I’m ready (almost) to leave.
I’m sitting at my friend’s dock, somewhere in a little creek in beautiful Carolinas.
I got here by bus, having three transfers. I left my boat four months ago and, surprise, she is still there with a bit of growth and some water in a bilge and dead batteries.
The trip on a bus was a bit of excitement. I always told my adventure deprived friends – you want to see a country – take a trip on cheapest public transportation available.
Soldiers are everywhere. I served during Russian invasion of Afghanistan. Somebody on a top should learn a lesson – you cannot win a war in a middle east using convenient military ways.
On one transfer we were dropped in a middle of a night at a station which was locked. Bunch of guys and girls were sitting in a middle of nowhere in freezing temperature outside waiting for a bus. Being a good guy and southerner in a soul I pulled out a sleeping bag and some fleece and spread it around, you know, I’m prepared.
The boat didn’t disappoint me – she didn’t want to leave a nice worm place.
Good god, I had a dry suit with me. Barnacles attacked waterline which was sitting on one side below the water – I had to work really hard to remove the guys. Propeller was a big fat ball.
Cleaning, whipping, working on worn batten’s ends, trying to charge batteries, finally catching a ride to replace a battery and get a supply of cans of food and liquors. Funny stuff – they call liquor stores “ABC” here in NC, I guess, they remind that reading skills are first after all….
It’s over. It took one day longer that I expected.
It takes time to adjust. Coming from a big city. Thinking that you can multitask. No way… One step at the time. I’m getting into routine. Hardest part is ahead – getting into big city life… It is still far ahead, some 600 miles. Now I need to go to sleep. Good night…..