....Missing his flight, getting bumped up to first class, being mistaken for a Mexican footballer, given free food as his similarity to Pancho Villa dictated that he should, going to the circus in a one horse town, walking to Puebla, hitching a ride to the slaughterhouse in Oaxaca, crossing illegally into Guatemala, seeing Jesus was a blackman, climbing a volcano with Marlboro's & high-tops, finding the Empire of the Sun, surfing the days away with black beaches & cow's lining the path to the break, no shoes no shirts, Manu Ella (thanks for the hat), Sam, meeting MS gangsters in Santa Tecla, discovering Willie Walker in Granada, losing himself in San Juan, scooting across Ometepe like Wyatt & Billy, Tama'fucking'rindo, nothing more needs to be said about that, hearing the song 'Wakka Wakka' for the umpteenth time but this time live, the beginning of the nightmare, Puerto Viejo & Rocking J's, getting in the wrong hammock (again), that fucking bridge, getting turned back at that bridge, crossing it again, getting turned back again, going back to San Jose, crossing that bridge, getting turned back again, sleeping on that bridge, crying & laughing in his sleeping bag throughout the night, finally ending the nightmare, Bocas del Toro, sailing in a skiff & catching his own dinner (lobster), cruising around the island on his steel cruiser, jumping feet first of a jetty & messing up his foot, taking in broken birds (3 times), having girls crying on his shoulder (3times), meeting a crusty sea dog John Smith (actual name), Pan City & getting a spoon, attempting to gate crash a diplomatic wedding (denied), getting to Capt. Jack's & the Desdemona, sailing the seven seas (happier his rarely been), the Kuna, San Blas islands, sleeping on deserted islands, swaying away in a hammock with the stars putting on a show & the boat being stroked by the warm Carribean (insert smiley face.....now), Turbo & celebrating 19 (here we sat on our PERCH!) with ladies of the night, long winding roads decorated with mudslides & skyscraping mountains, interviewing Bobby Escobar & night swimming at The Pit Stop, Salsateca's & way too many cats, 3 hostels in 1 night (surely a record) & tiny hole in the wall cafes, La Mariscal & all the other surprises that Quito brought out, animal markets & fisherman pants, Guiyaguil & shitty promenade (I'm sorry, but it's true), really shitty, 1 crazy night in Montanita, nothing new if his honest, Mancora & 3 sole tuk-tuks, stoner volleyball, swimming into jellyfish, beach footie, getting kicked-out due to mistaken identity, Lima, where do we start with this story, with crazy junkie Freddy, 'Special K', street racing, Hamiltons, all night pool, freezing in his ride to Cusco, singing karaoke the night before M.P. enjoying the room with a view, feeling the altitude, standing with the Irish against the doormen, sleeping in parks under the ocean of stars, falling into a trap, depressed, black, wondering where it all went wrong, gasping for air, searching for his second win, heading south, falling in love (C.L), becoming a teacher (who'd have thought), so there he was losing his soul, losing his pride, grabbing his second wind, facing up, finding a way, getting back up, seeing the reason, finding the sense, making the move, planning the date, hating & loving life, meeting dreams, meeting nightmares, being honest, meeting beautiful souls, meeting beautiful heart, meeting beauty in small spaces (M.M), discovering what he thought was lost, zoning out to Nina Simone, watching fireworks, making fireworks, counting down the dark, seeing in a new dawn.
So there he was making peace.
Until that day......
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