Slate is carrying an interesting piece from Kelly McEvers about her trip to Indonesia in search of real modern pirates. Three parts, so far, have been published, and I don't know how much remains. I can, however, tell you that it's all fascinating, and I don't know whether to call McEvers brave or stupid. I think this about sums it up:
Either way, I can't help but anticipate the conclusion. I suppose that's what some documentary involves - journalists take risks so we don't have to (or where we'd never think to).
At the hotel I think about how bipolar this has been. One minute I'm dying of boredom; the next I'm totally high. Right now, I can just picture it all unfolding. The conflict between the pirate and his uncle. The scene at the seedy disco, planning the next attack while prostitutes serve us beer. The moonless night out at sea.
Either way, I can't help but anticipate the conclusion. I suppose that's what some documentary involves - journalists take risks so we don't have to (or where we'd never think to).