Chapter 4
April 3, what the f**k, how did that happen?
I’ll return to Herb shortly (and often, I hope). But in the meantime, several days have passed since we left Kona, our last port in the Hawaiian Islands. More about that soon, too. As I am apparently the only adult male not eating vegetables on this trip, this happened. See, every single vegetable they serve cooked, no matter what it is, is soaked, drenched, brewed, and stewed, in garlic. You don’t even want to sniff it, let alone lick or ingest it. I asked the chef with the biggest hat why. He avoided a direct answer.
So I, being funny and a bit angry, said, “Is it because they’re spoiled?”
He got all stiff and said, “Sir, I am from Romania,” and stalked off.
WTF? I’ll eat salads and fruit then.
However, young Eric overheard thi
