Bermuda ~ Making or Breaking Relation-Trips: Glass, Trash and Tattoos
Welcome to CompassChaos13: A Real Travel Podcast where Compass Plans, Chaos Rules - Connections Happen Memories of Global Adventures
HEATHER (V.O.): I’m Heather, your adventure narrator and warm body for the hosts of this flying circus. Today we are adventuring in Bermuda with my best friend of 20 years and her family.
HEATHER (V.O.): Before we depart on this adventure, a few safety checks. First: any brand we mention is one we actually use and trust. We get zero monetary gain for these—if that ever changes, we promise total transparency. Second: this flight is for adults only. Expect questionable language, emotional turbulence and not so subtle adult references of many kinds. Finally, there are no warnings when the unexpected happens, because there are no warnings in real life…
Compass: It all started with our bestie wanting to take the family on their first cruise…
Chaos: It ended knowing that we can still be 20 and the locals are on the hunt to add new genetics to the gene pool
HEATHER (V.O.): Now, let’s Meet your dueling hosts: Compass, the one who plans—and Chaos, the one who burns them. Together, they find the magic in the mess.
COMPASS (V.O.): I’m Compass. My plan is to experience the top tourist things. But, as usual, my head-space companion Chaos has other plans and this time she has a following.
CHAOS: Hey Hey Chaos here! I am the patron saint of "we’ll figure it out,". I bring the unexpected, and the reason you want to hear travel tales.. that are actually worth listening to! And this one I promise is worth hearing.
COMPASS (V.O.): Together, we bring the connection.
HEATHER (V.O.): Sit back, relax, and have a laugh. You may also learn a thing or two.
CHAOS: "So, buckle up buttercups, for this recent tale in Bermuda, where the locals are looking for fresh blood……, because honestly the best stories aren't planned.”
Compass: First, again sorry for not dropping last week.
Chaos: I'm not apologizing, we were at Northlands Music and Arts Festival in New Hampshire… had a blast, so not sorry.
Compass: Really that is how you're starting this off…no apologies and fresh blood!! I would ask what's wrong with you but…
Chaos: you know not to waste your breath
Compass: I was going to say I really don't want to know the answer.. but that works also. This memory is from our travels in January of 2024 from 5 day New York to Bermuda on
Chaos: Da Da Daaaa…. That's right you guessed it AGAIN!! NCL.. Really have to use up the last of our cruise next credits.. I want to try MSC… or better memories from Carnival…
Compass: those will come… they are there.. Aruba… Cozumel our first time… starting to give Heather a headache again
Chaos: I think the bitch just needs to put on her glasses… but what do I know I'm just a voice in her head..
Compass: no thats not the reason why.. but let's try to keep this somewhat on track today?
Chaos: We’ll see what happens… I make no promises or guarantees..
Compass: So where were we? Oh yeah Bermuda… this was our first day in Bermuda docked at the Royal Naval Dockyard. Arriving early at about 10am but off ship time was 12…
Chaos: Plenty of time to grab breakfast. Breakfast we were all on our own, just hubby and us. This am was the main dining instead of the buffet. Once we finished we took our coffee back to the room and hung out on the balcony watching the ship tie up since we our cabin was dockside.
Compass: We called over to our besties cabin, they were getting up to go to breakfast and the kids in the next cabin… well… D, she is our unofficially adopted child. The one that took a whiffle ball bat to the face when she was a toddler.. yeah now a teen, was up and her brother J young adult but not legal to drink, passed out. Oh boy… figuratively and literally.
Chaos: I knew what that meant…. Once we hit international waters he found a way to drink…. Well, auntie Chaos may or may not have secretly left a few adult beverages in a few places that were in reach of the almost 21 year old and the responsible almost 18 year old. Every time Transport went to get those drinks they disappeared.. (giggles)
Compass: You gave minors adult beverages??? What the hell is wrong with you…
Chaos: Slow your roll… 1. You have no evidence that I gave anyone anything 2. International waters have no adult beverage age.limit because no one country owns all waters off their coast only about 12 nautical miles from their coastline maritime laws look it up 3. My exact words on record are and I quote: “ may or may not have” and “left” and “disappeared” 4 no matter what you told Alyssa growing up, we actually don't have eyes in the back of our head so we didn't see anything, that includes you, Compass. Try all you want you got nothing on me.
Compass: Throwing it out there implies..
Chaos: That word again… not in my vocabulary. I have something to say I'm gonna say it so that everyone understands and there is miscommunication. Thats what everyone hates about me, there is no room for misunderstanding, miscommunications and no one can complain about our language or knowledge just our tone and delivery.
Compass: Tact, Chaos.. it's called tact.
Chaos: Shock and awe is tact.
Compass: This will never be an argument I will win is it?! Rhetorical don't answer… I'll still keep battling you on this.
Chaos: Hows that working out with the whole going through perimenopause
Compass: Tiring…. But not exhausted.
Chaos: Good, I hate to have you fold after all this time… keep strong!!
Compass: Don't patronize me… Legal Disclaimer: The drinking laws apply to where the ship is registered as home base. Basically if you are leaving out of any port in America the drinking age regardless of international waters or not is 21, you could be thrown off at the next port and banned from that particular line along with charges brought once back in America.
Now let's get back to the story. So only one child is up, our best friend and her hubby are up… As they headed to breakfast, hubby and Heather stayed on their balcony sipping what is passed for coffee on a ship watching the ship tie down.
Chaos: It was raining, not hard but enough for us to put on a rain coat.. PRO VET TIP: Need to have different layers of outer wear but don't have room in your carry on. Here is what you are going to do..You're going to stay puff marshmallow yourself. What that means is a raincoat, warmcoat, then your fleece or jogging jacket all layered inside each other, sleeves and all.. then tie it to your waist or your carryon. Saves room, space and can be used as extra blankets or pillows on the plane. Another two for one Kin!!
Compass: We do it all the time.. since we usually travel between October and March.
Chaos: Layers are always a necessity.. Mother Nature does what she wants when she wants… that bitch doesn't care about anything but herself! As she should.
Compass: Hey… story, remember.
Chaos: Oh right… so waiting for our companions in adventures there was only enough time to make sure we have everything and figure out what sights to see on today's adventures… this was not so rigidly planned as Compass usually does. Which meant no hanky panky spanky spanky before stepping foot on Bermuda soil.
Compass: Dear Goddess why?...
Chaos: Rhetorical?
Compass: Not this time…
Chaos: To piss you off or embarrass you.. why else?
Compass: annoyance…
Chaos: I'll add that to my list.. am I allowed to keep lists nowadays? Is that socially acceptable anymore.. actually I don't care.. I now have a list of people, watch out!!
Compass: You're gonna get us thrown off Spotify!!
Chaos: was that a challenge?
Heather: Chaos No it was not… no Spotify No Chaos.. back in the head you go!
Chaos: Fuck No Bitch!! I'm free now mamma, go ahead and try I dare you!!
Compass: Not doing this… So we get the call everyone is ready including J. We meet in the atrium and head towards the gang plank as one disorder group. The first stop was the port itself. Built as a strategic port by the British after losing the American Revolution. Started in 1809 by the hands of slaves and forced labor and continued being built upon and upgraded through the early 1900s. The whole place was super incredible just to walk around. At one point I felt like a redcoat mustering in the yard for drills.
Chaos: That was really cool. I would go back just to walk the fort a bit more slowly. Kinda hard to play redcoat and pirate when 5 others keep looking back to see if they lost you yet! I don't know about adventuring with hubby and our human conscience. They are too in tune sometimes.. I don't like it
Compass: That's because they know you… you disappear faster than a priest being accused of something…
Chaos: Wow that was good Compass, I'm impressed!! Would have been better if
Compass: NO, it's fine leave it.. So again, after exploring The Royal Dockyard we made our way over to the tourist shelter to grab bus passes.
Chaos: Naturally the ladies, Maryah our bestie and human conscience along with her daughter D,.our adopted niece all went in while the guys hung outside. Why?? I don't know or care, three less in the space it was fine.
Compass: Grabbing tickets we made our way to the bus stop and waited for the bus. Our first stop Crystal and Fantasy Caves.
Chaos: highly recommend the public and private transportation on this island. The public transportation is great and on this trip we weren't the only tourists but we did get away with just listening to a local man. He was talking to a tourist couple in front of our group.. everyone in Bermuda is mayor or governor… that's because everyone knows or is related to everyone. They need fresh blood people.. but we learned that from the private taxi driver not on this public bus. As this governor asked the couple what they were going to see we just listened. He was giving them a few sights for shopping and beaches since that is the Adventure that couple was on… so bored I started watching out the window
Compass: I wish you hadn't had Heather's head turn to look… the roads are so narrow, worse than some we have seen in Europe
Chaos: ummm, Albania Gjirokaster had them beat 10 fold.. which we loved! Bermuda wasn't as bad. Granted no room to pull over if the bus broke down or if there was an accident.. PRO VET TIP: There are no rental cars in Bermuda for tourists. They can't afford the accidents since they drive on the left like the Brits. Tourists can rent mopeds and twizzizes which are two seater vehicles but not cars and not a moped. Can't explain with words go look it up. Hit pause don't worry we will wait……… see told you, and now you know what a twizzie is.
Compass: I can't with you… We were thinking about renting those the next day.. we just hadn't worked out the logistics of it with having a 20, a 18 year old and a bestie that didn't want to drive on the opposite side nor be in the car with child driving….
Chaos: Hey I was willing to take Transport chances with one of the kids… but that was quickly shut down by our hubby, bestie and her hubby. Again still getting the logistics worked out. In the meantime we had arrived at our first stop, the caves… it was
Compass: Pretty… the grounds were well manicured and the caves… well.. to be fair we had been in caves where we had to wear dry suites, use a rope in the water and free swim…. In another country so for us these caves were…
Chaos: I believe the word Compass wants here is cute..(giggles).. and our kin knows what that word means…
Compass: I was trying to use another word, but that is the word that came to mind first. I can't deny it.
Chaos: we spent just over two hours roaming the grounds and taking the short time allot in the caves… Compass and Bestie hubby were geeking out over big trees and plants… it was dorks on steroids. I can deal with dark history, I can deal with plants that hurt or heal… but big and pretty or not something I dork out about… we’re not impressed by size, of any kind…
Compass: I knew you couldn't hold it … you owe me a day on the next adventure..
Chaos: Shit! I forgot about our bet.. which I'm sure you banked on…. Okay, you won this one. Go again, same terms?
Compass: (laughing) You’re so on… From the caves we walked down to a place called Swizzle Inn.
Chaos: That place was awesome. It was dark wood, big space but cozy with all the tables. At the time we went it was pretty quiet so we didn’t have to worry. When the server brought over markers……. I had Transport grab the white one and wrote her initials on the table with the date. Looking around I saw there is signed money all over the place and all different memorabilia. I honestly can’t remember the food and I know we didn’t have a beer.
Compass: Heather wasn’t really hungry yet. She never eats lunch if she eats breakfast… and I really can’t remember what we had either. I am sure if I pulled up the menu I would remember but the place alone is worth just a drink if you're not hungry. After the gang was fed our next stop was Blue Hole Park. About a 15 minute walk from Swizzle Inn. All of us having our bathsuites under our clothes and rain gear the look of anyone swimming was slim to none.
Chaos: DA DA DA here comes D and Me to wreck Compass’s & Transports day! We walk down the wide wooded path to this little dock area that slips out in the natural hole filled with water where you can swim off of. We approach to find two girls jumping off a ledge and a mom sitting on the side of the dock on the built in seating area. Well, D, is like… I’m gonna go jump anyone want to go…
Compass: Nope not me……
Heather: It’s cloudy and that water is going to be cold I was trying to pass
Chaos: (Cackles) Don’t lie Transport that wasn’t trying. Our hubby asks Transport if she is going in…. She is silent…. She was now watching as D is on the ledge….. Transport yells go for it, you got this! ….. D jumps…. Over to the dock she swims and climbs up the embankment. She wants to go again and says the water isn’t bad. That is what I wanted to hear. I have Transport say she can’t be shown up by a teenager….
Compass: Heather is striping before she could finish the sentence. Now following D through a narrow path through woods barefoot, there was glass so be careful if you do this, we get to the ledge she doesn’t hesitate and jumps…. Me on the other hand…….
Chaos: I should have told D to stand behind us and push…. Next time, I know she would LOVE to push her Auntie off a ledge… She would be one of the few that would be allowed. Transports on the ledge, looking down at D, really not wanting to do this because of Compass now somehow fearing heights and Transport fearing the water is cold…. I made Transport listen to the tittie busting coming from the dry group and now the teen in the water was fucking with us!! Oh fuck no! I laid into Transport… You are going to let a teen bust your titties, show you up and make you back down all in one shot….. Not on my watch Bitch.. And then I kicked her in her forehead from the inside…. Off the ledge she went.
Compass: And now Heather has a 10 foot perimeter around the inner membrane of her skull… Moron, now neither one of us can slap the fool out of her.
Chaos: Patience Compass….. Break.. Out, through, ups, downs all in my wheelhouse. Down Transport goes into the clear water below. PRO VET TIP: Our mother always taught us before we jump off a rock, ledge, cliff or whatever into water even if we can see bottom walk out there to find out before you jump. That way you know for certain… Well, in this case the party before us which was now departing already took that risk for us….
Compass: The water was not as cold as we expected, but it wasn’t bath water either. Climbing out of hole up the clay embankment we weren’t going back in. D, seemed to have enough as well….
Chaos: Now, we have a problem… We are wet and we are going to get cranky if we sit on the bus wet…. SO….. off to the woods we go with a towel from the ship in hand. Yes, we brought a towel just in case, tropical island carry a towel from the ship… just remember to bring it back or you will be charged an outrageous price for a towel that thousands perhaps a million of people have used…. REALLY NOT WORTH THE PRICE! We found a solid brush area with only one entry point and few holes…. D went first we held the towel… then she returned the favor… Now fully commando under our clothes, I love commando… we stuffed our wet suites in a plastic bag that we pulled from our adventure bag and back to the rest of the gang. We hiked up the path back to the road and over to the bus stop.. Remember they drive on the left so to get back we never had to cross the one busy street that crosses all the parishes of Bermuda. We waited about 20 minutes for the bus to get back to the port. There was no rush since we were docked overnight, but everyone wanted a shower.
Compass: Back on the ship and showered…. It was decided dinner was on the ship at one of the speciality dinning options. From dinner it was a fun night of comedy, friends and drinks.
Chaos: The following morning we did our same routine.. up, breakfast then coffee on the balcony to wait for the rest of the group. Todays weather sun and fun!
Compass: you are correct…However, we were down a kid…
Chaos: J, had way too much fun and he made plans to go on an excursion with some people he met instead of having an outting with his family…. Can you blame the 20 year old??
Compass: it was a family vacation, he was expected to hang with his fam…
Chaos: that was everyone's first mistake expecting a 20.year old to hang with his little sister, parents and firends…
Compass: Ture… so J was out… before heading out we first had to decide if Twizy rental was an option…
Chaos: Nope, it wasn't once we met up with the rest of our party. Maryah wasn't comfortable driving on the opposite side, too expensive for D the 18 year old to drive and no one wanted to drive solo but me…. so our options were public transportation again or taxi…. D, Maryah's hubby didn't want to do public transportation again… so taxi it is.
Compass: taxis are expensive on Bermuda, there is no Uber or Lyft. PRO VET Tip: even the local ride shares they have are highly regulated, which means the request will go through the main taxi dispatch. If there is a taxi available it will be sent before a local ride share will. In others words, the transportation industry on the island is heavily government regulated.
Chaos: Now it was time to make our way off the ship and get a cab. Our first stop Glass Beach….
Compass: That was such a waste of a stop… Thanks Heather..
Chaos: Yeah really transport, when the cabbie is asking are you sure? It's really not all that nice.. we have nicer beaches… He was 100% correct. But that didn't stop Transport from leading the charge to Glass Beach!
Compass: Horrible, disappointment, ugly and just blah come to mind. There is nothing pretty about this beach
Chaos: after we made our stop, which was about 10 minutes we got back to the cab and the cabbie said see told you. He was right… he basically said the locals take their glass bottles and such and smash them along that beach. It's illegal to take the glass from the beach, but that beach is really just a glass trash dump for the locals so they don't have to pay for the recycling and they have an insta eye fuck they can now market for tourism. This was the first time we took Insta’s recommendation….I believe we did it once again after that .. I can't remember on what, but same experience… left wanting…
Compass: Back in the cab we go.. a good funny told you so by our cabbie and off to the real beaches of Bermuda. The cabbie dropped us off at Jacobs Beach. We started there and then wander along the coast. Stopping for pics of the crystal clear water and the colorful fish below it's surface.
Chaos: About half way hubby and D, ran into the Atlantic Ocean for a quick cool down.
Compass: I'm not a salty sandy type girl when I have the rest of the day of adventuring to do. Last thing I want to be all day is crusty…
Chaos: You sure about that! Sometimes you don't need the sand and salt to be crusty…
Compass: You're not pulling me in today… Anyway, having spent about two hours
Wandering the paths that connect Jacobs Beach to others we ended at Horseshoe Beach. Before getting to the parking lot where there are cabs waiting there are public showers, wash areas and bathrooms. The physical party, Maryah, her hubby, their daughter D, Ryan and of course Heather rinsed off their feet then went and grabbed a cab to Hamilton.
Chaos: There is no real negotiation with cabs in Bermuda because transportation is so regulated on the island. So regulated price it is. This cabbie was part of my Global Kin… as we drove by some locals on hanging out I caught the sweet herbal fragrant smoke drifting on the wind… oh baby.. Inhale.. Inhale deep!!
Compass: For once can't you just be Bill… Don't inhale
Chaos: Not the one I thought of first… I was wondering how, not having sexual relations, fit into this conversation.. thanks for clarifying and No. I will never not inhale, except cigars. Never inhale cigar smoke…well you can but be careful it's not like cig or weed… So taking my deep breaths I had Transport let out a loud ahhhh, miss that smell… the cabbie without missing a beat says if you want good stuff we are coming up on the place to grab it and if my cousin is there, we will stop if you like.
Compass: Heather and Chaos not missing a beat say ok cool… Ryan gets on board because there is no way in hell he is letting his soon to wife at this point get out of the cab to buy weed in Bermuda where it is tolerated but not legal. PRO VET TIP: if you are going to take the risk to buy and smoke weed when in Bermuda do yourself a favor… 1. Don't even attempt to take it on the ship or to the airport 2. Smoke well away from anyone unless you smell another group around smoking as well. Make sure they are locals and not tourists like yourself 3. Never buy or smoke alone. Always have someone with you and another that knows where generally you went.
Chaos: Thanks for the lessons on buying tolerated drugs in another country… but you forgot one thing…
Compass: oh yeah what is that
Chaos: Bail money and the phone to local police.
Compass: With you .. our Kin should understand that is a given even when tolerated drugs are not involved.
Chaos: Props to our Kin!! The cabbie was now passing the place
Compass: It was a parking lot across from the police station
Chaos: I know!! It was fucking brilliant… it works on two levels because it is a big fuck you to the government that wants to legalize but has their hands tied from a Parliament overseas and it's a big not worth our time from the Bermuda police standpoint to that same overseas government. Sadly the cabbie’s cousin wasn't there, but that is how we learned that Bermuda has a real need for fresh blood. While the cabbie tried to make a light joke of it and laugh it off
Compass: the historian in us knew better.
Chaos: It didn't help that it was a forced practiced laughed followed by a story that one of the girls he had a crush on in school ended up being his cousin. That basically everyone has to check with the matriarch of the family because many locals have some sort of family ties to other locals on the island.
Compass: To be fair they have been geographically disadvantaged since the early 1900s and with have no native people originally Bermuda was had become a population of former slaves, both African and Native American, making Bermuda what it is today.. a very tight multi generational living history and culture island.
Chaos; That was…
Compass: educational
Chaos: No… not the word I'm looking for. Ah well it will come. We had fresh blood, I had joke that D would make a great blood addition to the island. Her dad didn't find that amusing at all… by the time we got to Hamilton we had possible offers, a pissed off Dad and an amused mom and auntie… our hubby.. well he enjoyed the entertainment.
Compass: he thought best to keep silent. A skill you should practice.
Chaos: overrated.. just like adulting
Compass: Oi Vei! We were dropped off in Hamilton around noon time. After some wandering and shopping it was time to do what the group had planned to do for three months…
Chaos: get inked baby! That's right we all the whole party voices included all wanted tatts to commemorate this adventure. Something that represented Bermuda… a triangle
Compass: well we thought the whole group was on the same page… we had already lost J to new friends.
Chaos: He was trying hard to meet us but the timing wasn't going to work out since we had to be back in the ship by 4pm, it was now 1pm and he was on the other side of the island just getting onto the skiff from a day of snorkeling. But he wasn't the only one that got lost in communication.
Compass: Let's just say that our besties hubby didn't actually believe we were getting tatts…
Chaos: it became a thing between her and him, right up till the time we were in the researched tatt parlor that had enough time to take all of us that were there. Da Da Da here comes confusion to split the group
Compass: Three out of the five of the party received their memorabilia
Chaos: Naturally Transport and Hubby were on board…. And of course our adopted daughter… her first tattoo, first time out of the country, first time cruise and but not the first time adventuring with auntie!! Our adopted son missed out, he made his choices and did our own Alyssa by not wanting to go on the cruise.
Compass: Once we were inked it was back to the ship for our departure dinner and a sea day before disembarking back in New York.
Heather: Hello Kin, I'm going to stop the ladies there for today. Now it's my favorite time, reflection. As always here are 6 things we hope you take away along with whatever else you got from this:
Not Everything That Glitters Is Worth It; Glass Beach is our perfect experience of an "insta eye-fuck" that was a disappointing marketing ploy for recycling. When a local resident or a seasoned cab driver explicitly tells you a spot isn't worth the hype, swallow your tourist pride and trust their judgment.
Regardless if young adults are sleeping off international water mischief, or ditching the family to go snorkeling with new friends, give young adults the sovereignty to explore on their own terms. It encourages traveler spirit and self reliance while keeping peace.
Communication is key; sometimes it is more details or more discussions. No matter what it is, if your travel partner or party does not communicate with everyone, like we said, it could make or break relation-trip. FYI: So far all of our relationships have survived our travels
CHAOS: But have you noticed no one has asked us to travel with us again… except hubby? I think he has a death wish or white knight syndrome
Compass: He chooses to stay married to us, I’m going with both.
Heather: So close… Ladies.. Voices… whatever… shut it.
Excuses come in all forms… worrying about cold water, fear of heights, or not wanting to feel "salty, sandy, and crusty" for the rest of a day's journey. It’s easy to let excuses keep you in your shrinking comfort zone as you grow older. The more comfort you are accustomed to the more you will fear the unknown and regret a life not lived. Utilize having a younger, fearless travel companion call you out; it is exactly the spark needed to push past comfort zones. Can’t let the kids have all the bragging rights.
jokes have truths; places that are geographically isolated, especially since the early 1900s or earlier, family ties run everything. Respecting the local family structures and listening to stories about checking with the family matriarch gives you a raw, unfiltered look into the true living history of an island culture and people.
Travel sovereignty is something different for everyone. It could mean; smuggling ship towels into the woods, knowing when a local is smoking the good stuff on the wind, or realizing that a 20 year-old would rather jump on a skiff with strangers than spend another second with his parents and their friends.
This was another short one this week. I hope you enjoy my memories and have some laughs at the real conversations that go on in my head. Here’s to make you feel normal or seen, Safe Travels and Memorable Adventures. I am going to turn this back over to the voices to say their farewell’s.
COMPASS (calm, professional tone) On that note… we hope you enjoyed this episode of CompassChaos13.
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CHAOS: And the chaos? Always memorable
COMPASS (mock patience): Listeners, help me out here — please engage with us.
CHAOS (interrupting, smirking): Compass please just stop!! That pleading really hasn’t been working so let’s try something else… Keep your shit to yourself. We will go on talking about us because we have plenty of stories going back to 1995 and we have plans on the books for the next two years to make more!! I think we have them nailed down.. So keep silent, we only need your ears and a finger. Sure you can use the middle one if you want to, go ahead, in fact I encourage it.. Then you can take that finger…
COMPASS: CHAOS!!
CHAOS: and put it right on the share as you post this and the finger to social media using the tag @compasschaos13 … Don’t forget the ONE .. THREE at the end kin.. Very important….if you want us to know what you're saying. If not, you can just talk ABOUT us not to us…. You love us or hate us, either way your talking baby.. Mauh!
COMPASS (cutting in, mock sigh) Please Stop. The show’s over. Kin, no matter what Chaos says we do want to hear from you. Tell us where you found the most human connection… the human hug & kiss from locals. I want to hear about it. (sound tired) I’m Compass — bringing the planned direction.
CHAOS (proudly): And I’m Chaos — bringing the unexpected!
CHAOS (in sync): Together, we make global connections.
HEATHER (narrator / flight attendant tone) Welcome back to the present. On behalf of your dueling hosts, Compass and Chaos, thank you for adventuring with CompassChaos13.
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Some of what you heard today may sound unbelievable, but rest assured — it’s all true, and no one on this adventure is innocent.
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