Greetings from Gitmo

Well, I'm not actually in Guantanamo Bay anymore, but when I was, that's what the headline would have been.

I'm not really sure where to start. It seems like so much has gone on in this last week but at the same time, one thing has remained constant and that's the fact that none of us know what will happen next.

I'm getting a little ahead of myself. A week ago, I signed up to work on a brand new high speed ferry that was supposed to go into service in Hawaii last year.  A different company now owns the two Hawaii Superferries as well as other ferries and is in the business of doing contract work for the military/government. Things like transporting troops and military vehicles I'm guessing.

So that's what we've done. So far, we brought a bunch of troops and vehicles down to Haiti and also refueled and spent a night in Guantanamo Bay.  Right now, we're in Jacksonville, Florida and it looks like we'll be loading some more troops on first thing in the morning. Supposedly, there's some sort of mobil kitchen in Veracruz, Mexico that we'll be picking up and bringing to Haiti. 

I don't really have much to report on things in Haiti. I barely got to set foot on land there. I didn't see any collapsed buildings or piles of rubble. I did see a group of Haitians in their own little boats selling hand carved goods. Right after we tied up, they all rowed up and started selling what they had.  

Anyway, things are going well so far. It's not exactly what I was expecting but I'm working with a good crew and the food is so much better than my last job.