Disaster was quickly becoming a criminal understatement in describing his vacation.

Two days.

He’d been gone only two days and every fiber in his body was yearning, screaming to be home.

He’d chosen the place for all the right reasons. Exotic, if not slightly dumb locals, off the beaten path, favorable climate, and with technology being what it was the travel time wasn’t that bad. No sweat.

But no.

How was he to know that he would have mechanical trouble millions of miles away from home. If he spoke the language it might help, but he couldn’t help thinking of his appearance, which certainly was an issue. Not to him, he rather liked the way he looked, but the locals sure wouldn’t. At least that was the warning in all of the guidebooks, and based on what he’d seen so far he was inclined to listen.

Broken vehicle, angry locals, and for the cosmic encore he forgot his comsat. There would be no phoning home.

He took a deep breath. He had to focus. He had to figure out how the hell to get off Earth.