The Gulf Stream. When it did, and 10 Days When it Didn't.

Dip your toe, or your bow into the Gulf Stream and off you go to more places than you can reach just by looking out across this river of sea water. The current runs at about 5.6 mph, but its not the velocity at which it flows, but it is the veracity of its behavior and effect on the vagabond that hangs around the network of regions in the brain's cortex that controls the daydreaming network you draw upon when you need to escape.
The Gulf Stream flows through the Straits of Florida, and follows the eastern coastlines of the United States and Newfoundland before crossing the Atlantic Ocean. It splits in two, with the northern stream crossing to northern Europe and the southern stream recirculating off West Africa. Next, it flows westward off the coast of northern Africa and when it interacts with the northeastern coast of South America, the current forks into two branches. One passes into the Caribbean Sea, while a second, the Antilles Current, flows north and east of the West Indies. These two branches rejoin north of the Straits of Florida and back around it goes.
So, there you are toe deep in international travel. You don't need delta brain waves, or Delta airlines to let the Stream take you to far away places. Your toe (with a little help from your cortex) will take you there.
Then, ten days during the month of November 2004, the Gulf Stream stopped. If it had been your bow you had dipped into the Stream you would still have traveled your happy way out to the Biminis, or somewhere on the Bahama bank and deposited good times here and there, to and fro, for later withdrawals about the places and faces that made your stopovers memorable, but if it had been but your toe you were traveling by, it stopped.
You could have waded knee deep, waist deep, or up to you frontal lobe, you were not going anyplace except right where you were.
The Kid and this Captain were swinging on a hook just east of the Stream when it went from 5.6 to zero in 60 seconds. It appeared to us that the globe itself was still moving, we were still bobbing and swinging, and the beers at the End of the World Bar were still pouring, but the Gulf Stream stopped. We were relieved that we had brought our escapism with us to the "other places", because what if it had lasted a week, a month, or longer? When you are getting away and the wanderer side of you needs to trek, you never want to find yourself in the doldrums. Who would ever have thought the Gulf Stream would stop streaming? Its working again and its effect is intact. Your toe can take you across the Pond and back through the Spainsh Main, but ten days in November is a sober reminder to always have a back-up plan when you need to escape.
Next, a bit of time on Bimini, and is there really a need for to be concerned about time on Bimini?

The Captain and The Kid