Disappointing Provisioning

Provisioning at Kwajalein was like some sort of cruel joke. There was an American style grocery store with familiar brands and cheap prices. The only problem was that it wasn’t accessible to me. It’s a military base, and the provisions there are for the folks that live there, not for folks passing through, and they were very strict about it. The first evening Meagan took me with her, and there was someone at the door checking ID’s and I wasn’t even allowed in the store! Although apparently that was a bit of an anomaly. Perhaps they heard we were there. Meagan did take me a couple times to the store, and I did buy about a shopping cart’s worth of stuff, but it hardly made a dent in my provisioning list for a passage all the way back to Tuvalu, and I felt scrutinized the whole time. Like I said, it was a cruel joke. I was a kid in a candy store without any money!