I am Paul B, and I spend most of my life at sea. Ships, Science, the life of a mariner, biology and (mostly) true stories of life among the best and the worst people in the world, the United States Merchant Marines. You'll find it here, maybe. You'll definitely find rants, raves and discussion on life aboard a merchant ship. Come back and see the Brazilian girls, too, who show up fairly regularly.
That's funny. I'd like to translate the mother to Mongolian. When a Mongolian woman is well and truly pissed off (not, pissed as in England. I was so pissed I pissed in the fridge, thinking it was the loo) but anyway, I digress.
When a Mongolian woman speaks to another in an angry fashion it sounds like two cats having a fight in a bag. Just saying.
My wife having an animated conversation with her mother sounds the same way. I come flying out of the shower, thinking there's an intruder, and she's sitting on the couch, laughing at something my mother-in-law said.
It's funny, both of us think that the other comes from a rude and intrusive culture.
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