The slow boat blues.
As you can imagine, months of travel leave one with a lot of empty time at hand. Countless hours spent on trains, buses, and boats push wary travellers to the limits of bordom. After reaching a score of 8000 in Gin-Rummy last week we decided we needed a new way to entertain ourselves. If only we had an instrument we thought. Perhaps we could teach ourselves guitar. No, that wouldn't do -- a guitar would be unwieldy. What about a harmonica one asked? Ah yes, the answers to all of our earthly desires -- a harmonica upon which to play the blues. Soon we were carried away by the music - inventing blues lyrics for every possible woe we could think of. Here's a little taste of a diddy that came to me on the boat to Luang Prabang -- mind you, it had been a rough morning, and our boat really did leave us.
The Slow Boat Blues (It sounds better with Lauren on the imaginary harmonica)
Our boat gone and left us, bout an hour ago
We'd no one to turn to, all of the drivers said no.
"We don't know the way," they said with a grin
No choices to choose from, things looked mighty grim
Our hope had done vanished, we'd knew we'd been jipped
So we followed the masses, to an overfilled ship
Ooh! It was a sloooow boat, slow boat to Laos (pronounced Kennedy style Lay-ous for the purposes of this song)
Yes, it was a sloooow boat, out of the chaos...
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