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Capt. Peacock’s Journal: I’m Free To Be A Slob

I’m a man of the old school definition through and through.

I drink.

I smoke cigars.

Fish.

Respect women.

Protect kids.

And am a slob.

I don’t make my bed, I leave dirty towels on the floor, and basically leave my bathroom counter looking like a war zone.

Again, I’m a man.

Of course living on a 145-foot luxury yacht with 24-hour maid service hasn’t exactly got me thinking I need to change my slovenly habits anytime soon.

This because Jan and Cleo have spoiled me rotten.  They wash and iron my clothing, clean my cabin, make my bed, and pretty much just pick up after me on a daily basis.  It’s a luxury to be sure.

And one that all guests on board enjoy.

Because nothing beats coming in after a hard day of fishing to find an exceptionally clean cabin with fresh towels and folded laundry waiting for you.

I know this because I know Amazônia.

I’m Capt Peacock.

A vida é melhor vivida na Amazônia.