i'm baaaaack... just

Do do doo dum dee dum... I was not fazed by the stenching jungles of Seth Efrica or the boiling sands of downtown Morocca.

I held a French gypsy at arm's length with nary the will to give him a slap for trying to con me. An Italian bag snatcher was chased, caught and held tightly while I decided... just decided...

Then there was the Brooklyn tourists whose wife kept screaming 'Maurie, where's the kangaroos? You said there's kangaroos here and we travelled 20000 miles and you wouldn't pay first class you cheap skate and I can't see no kangaroos, so whaddya gonna do about it?'

I have seen the best and worst of the planet's guests and frankly my dear I don't give a damn.

Back soon. But at least I'm back in one piece.