I departed Okinawa without ceremony, having nothing tying me to the island other than a few good memories out in the jungle alone, unless I want to count my experiences with The Ukrainian beauty locked up in Dubai, Eric the satanic spore accusing Preacher, Wayne the outcast, or Conner the young Canadian rebel. Of course I’ll remember them, but even strong memories can’t change the fact that some places call us far more than others.

Another man named Kyle, a pastor whose engaged to his Thai wife who is getting married in Israel next month overheard us and chimed in on Russia, his position was that they were backwards and not truly Christians... He was very interested in talking to me once he asked the opening line.

“What do you do?”