From Sea to Air

Bubba was last seen in the waters off Hawaii.  He drifted in from Seattle and now figured he would be drifting back again.  He was starting to feel he had too much bath time.

It seemed like I was swimming and drifting for hours before I finally surfaced.  I was plucked out of the water by a strange creature.  Was I in Africa?


Why no, I was still in Hawaii and in the grip of rare Hawaiian Hippos.  Someone save me from these beasts.

Once again I was plucked from the jaws of recycling by the intervention of a pair of nice folks.

Shannon and Bill

As much as I enjoyed Hawaii, I needed a change of scene.  My new friends gave me a ride to the airport and turned me over to two pilots.  They brought me up to the board but I just couldn’t decide where to go.  Finally, one of them pointed to me and said, “I know just the place and I’ll turn you over to someone who will get you there.”

Piliot Error

The nice lady held me up to see the sign but I still wasn’t sure where my destination was.

I think it might be in Ireland.

Flight info

You see, an Irish fellow once called me, “M’lad” so maybe M’lan is Irish.  But what is Malpensa?  Doesn’t “Mal” mean bad?  Am I going to a bad penny place in Ireland?  I’m good for a plane ride so I got on board.

I read the card about water landings.  No more water please.

Yellow Coat

I read the instructions about using the specialized equipment.  Sounds like a water landing again.

Waste Water Landing

I practiced touching my toes in the event of an emergency.

Maybe I should walk.

Ben Dover

I settled into my seat and looked over the movie list.


Lego On Demand

The (should be) Academy Award winning movie that (should have) won every award in every category!!  It ranks with the likes of “American Lego”, “The Grand Lego Hotel”, and “The Theory of Everything Lego”.

Best Actor Nominee

I happily settled down to my short flight that enabled me to watch it 18 times back to back.  At least the airplane bathroom was good.

First Class Loo


That must be first class…No wait that would be in the hotel in Milan.  Jet lag I guess.  Since everyone here speaks Italian, I have a feeling that I’m not in Dublin but maybe I’m somewhere in Italy.

Bubba in Paradise

          Aside from a baseball moan, Bubba was last seen drifting in the Pacific Ocean off the coast of Seattle, Washington.  I think traveling by plane may be a little easier, and probably dryer, but Bubba is Bubba.

I floated for days and days.  Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink (has that been used before?).  Finally, I washed up on a desert island.


Lonely Isle

Lonely Isle

There were a couple of guys with a boat selling “three hour tours” of the area.  Their boat, The Minnow, was an ultra modern powerboat thing.  I opted for a less industrial mode of travel.  Why use a machine when you can do it yourself.

Hangin' Plastic

Hangin’ Plastic


Wetter and a little less in control than I counted on.


There must be another way to see these islands and to discover where I might be this time.

Goin ta Kona

Goin ta Kona

This is the life, pampered by a flight attendant with plenty of food and drink and a nice conversation with new friends.


Does a flower on that side mean I’m married or looking?

Maybe I’m looking for an in-flight snack.

Flight Food

Flight Food

An adult beverage to wash it down and I’m ready to make friends.



Mahalo, Dude


You’d think he never saw a yellow plastic person before.

Landing at the airport, I was greeted by the local welcome wagon.

Big Island Face

Big Island Face

I think that was a smile.  I picked up my rental car and headed out across the lava flow.  Who needs a road.



I got stuck between a rock and a …well…you know.

The hot Lane

The Hot Lane

I headed out on foot and found this nice lady handing out towels.


She told me someone had been waiting for me.  This is a pretty nice place, only one person could make it better.  That would be…



With our shades in place and the tanning oil on the plastic, what could make life better?  Maybe a fresh cup of Kona coffee.

Greenwell Farms Coffe

Greenwell Farms Coffee

Now that I’m rested and caffineated, it is time for some fun.  Checklist.  Snorkel, fins, boat.


This nice Captain and his crew will give me a lift.


I’ve got Titanic training.


Throw on the fins and I’m ready to go.

Fin Fest

Fin Fest

I’ll pop over the side and take a look.


This dude asked for help finding some kid named Elmo or Nemo or something.


When I surfaced, the boat was gone.  The people were gone, and I was adrift again.

Hopefully, someone will be looking for me.