Location: Underway to Bali

Argo met Australia. The majestic islands and the massive mainland can no longer offer Argo and her crew its beauty. She opened and entered through Australia’s door into a room. This room was filled with knowledge, reefs, open oceans, sharks, crocodiles, sea snakes, excitement, starry nights to wonder, challenges with each other, and ourselves. Aboriginal cultures and arts and this room was occupied by changes. As all these things flash before Argo’s eyes, so does another door of perception. It’s a big steel door with black letters labels “Passage.” With this door closed in front of her, it is evident that yet another inevitable change is to come.

Experiences turn into what is known, so now Argo and her crew can transfer the knowledge through whatever lies behind the PASSAGE door. The crew is anxious and has questions about what’s to come and what’s around the bend. The answer is blowin’ in the wind. The wind must be elsewhere. If it were here, it would be easier to get there.

Nevertheless, we’re making a progress with no care. That is for the propelling air. We have a journey to embark on, and the destination is Bali. Today we faced a shark. His intention was to eat me. Who knew he might have wanted you, or he might have been curious and just checking out the crew. His intentions were unclear. We should have asked. Instead, as sure as Argo has a mast, we were out that ocean fast. The line it is drawn, the curse it is east. The slow one now will later be fast. The first one now will later be last. And the present now will soon be passed for the times they are a-changin’.