Domo ari*gato, mister Rob Otto.

Night Boat 🚢 to CAIRO, with port calls in STYX and the Gulf of ‘America’.

It’s an “oriental thing”
Ewe wouldn’t understand.

For context, please be advised that this bateau is fully-full, now that the King has boarded this most non-consequential cruise to the underworld, the King, the Clown, the Country Music Queen and of course the polkadot peddler who decorated Mí (Charon) with fiery eyes just like Virgilio did in the Aeneid, are all on board and the skiff (Ewe guessed It!) is made from Norwegian Would ; in other words Odysseus, “qué huevos del ganso en oro de MACUSPANA ni que ocho cueros curtidos en chapa d’oro”, la historia de Roma nace de Troya y no de una pinche loba.

For Latin context, please be advised that Pulitzer Prize recipient Jon Meacham es un loquillo, por no decir que’sta tocado.