It was my second day on the ‘Red Planet’. Today I’d better find water. That had been the instructions in the box: learn to walk; find Water; make a weapon; find a nice Martian girl to teach you to speak the language. I figured that finding food would be a good idea too. It wasn’t exactly like I had expected, but how could it be? I had followed an unbelievable path to an unbelievable destination. I had started out with a few expectations, but most of them were very flexible. This wasn’t Mars, but it was Barsoom. On the one hand, I’d expected to find a dead-end and nothing to show but a few boring vacation photos of the Arizona desert. Maybe I’d get an article out of it that I could blog about. On the other hand, I’d hoped to take a one-way ticket journey to a foreign planet that teenage boys of the past century had read about; and knew was just fiction. Reality turned out to be on that ‘other hand’. I got up and started running again. Barsoom, the Red Planet of John Carter. And here I was. Today I’d better find water