Running away to sea

Everyone has their version of 'running away to sea'.  Mine involves getting into the family car and going to Las Vegas or Reno, NV to shark the low-limit tournaments against the tourists for a living.  (Not a very good living, I'd like to point out)

My friend Derick's 'run away to sea' fantasy has always been more literal: he wanted to run away and be a sailor.  A number of different places around the world train sailors and provide a certification that allows you to get work as crew or captain on boats around the world.

Derick ran away to Malaysia to join and started a blog about his experiences.  Check it out.