Argh, the fellow pirate ship. Although not the greatest photo thanks to the Ecuadorian luggage xray damage, I had to throw this up here.
Randy's hair cracks me up in this photo. Too respectable to be my brother...
There is a handle bar in there for a reason. A couple of nights Randy and I got airborn in our bunks attempting sleep. Take this same force and try to shower. Forget about shaving, I would have lost half my skin.
Our limited space left little room for organization. When the ship would move and send our stuff crashing down, I would just throw it in a heap back on the shelf.
The anchor. I never knew it could be so loud, but it is. Especially at 3:00 in the morning.