Contacting the Grumpy Parrot
I’m not really sure why you’d want to, but if you must then soldier on.
Snail Mail
I live in a small town on the Caribbean coast of south-eastern Mexico. It’s pretty enough, if you like that sort of thing, but snail mail here is practically non-existant. So, traditional fan letters are out of the question. On the bright side, so are letter bombs. So, as they say, what you lose on the swings, you gain on the roundabouts.
Phones
When exploring abandoned looter’s tunnels under a ruined temple, the cell reception is usually pretty dodgy. So, to spare the battery, I usually turn my phone off. Unfortunately, I invariably forget to turn it on again. So calling isn’t a reliable option, either.
On the upside, my phone batteries do seem to last a lot longer.
Flattering email messages, on the other hand, are welcome (if rare) and much easier for me to access:
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Nope.
Tinder
Already taken. Sorry ladies.
Grindr
Not really my cup of tea.
Tik Tok
Not a chance. Sorry Xi.
OnlyFans
Email me for details.
(I am, of course, OnlyJoking)
Playa Paraiso, Tulum, Quintana Roo
The entrance to a looter’s tunnel in Noh Kah, Quintana Roo, Mexico.
BTW, I know I look more like a Chindit than I do Indiana Jones, but most of my play clothes are World War 2 surplus. Like me, there’s a bit of life left in them, so I might as well use them. Plus, it makes me look more rugged, don’t you think?