I spend a decent amount of time by myself. Sitting out on the deck, or in one of the bars, or at the buffet, reading or working on something for my job back home. Totally normal, unless, maybe, if you’re on vacation (which I’m not exactly). For some reason if you’re sitting by yourself on vacation it seems a bit sad to other people.

Early in the week, before our first show, when I blend in better as a passenger, I can sense people walking by feeling bad for me, or the occasional slightly drunk guy will yell, “Hey, man, have fun!”

I usually don’t say anything, but what I should say is, “Don’t worry. This is wonderful.”