Book
I'm not sure I'd mentioned in the past -I think I have- that I'm writing a book about the first 4 months of travel. At the moment, I'm working on edits, amendments, and additions- a lot of writing, that finds me at times, uninspired to write (on the book or anything else, for that matter). Since I've been negligent with this blog (I'm soudning like a broken record, aren't I) I decided to begin posting parts of stories.
To warn you, nothing has been fully edited (this will have to get checked for typos and all that other good stuff). And, the stories are not yet firm (I may go back, add more detail etc.) but here you go, in rough draft - draft format- fell free to comment.
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It was my last morning in Bocas Del Torro (A sedate set of islands off the North-Eastern shores of Panama.). Sitting down for one last breakfast with newly met friends, we reminisced while eating chunks of juicy pineapple. The company was a pleasure, the pineapple, was heaven. Each and every bite awakened senses I’d long thought lost- sweet; sour; pungent; tart- It was as though I’d been transported into a different level of taste. Sure, I’d had pineapple before but the freshness of this variety was incomparable. People talked, and I listened. People spoke, and I imagined. Time passed slowly. I was mesmerized and tried in earnest to enjoy every moment at that table. Sure, the company was nice, but this pineapple- it had seduced my senses and stolen my heart.
the pineapple had been consumed –I devouring the final piece- reality re-awakened, conversation with the group improved, and we sat for the next hour joking about the last few days.
After assisting with clean-up, I grabbed my bags, said my goodbye’s, made my way to the docks and boarded a boat for Changuinola.-a seedy town who’s only star quality is the fact that its the headquarters of the Chiriqui Land Company- the company that brings us Chiquita Banana.
The ride was rough. Waves continually pounded our small vessel as the captain tried his best to smooth out the ride. Peoples faces began turning, and during the ride, we sustained several sea sicken casualties. Nearing land, the waves calmed, and the gifts into the sea, ceased.
Landing in Changuinola, I quickly hailed a taxi and was on my way to the “Autobus por David”.
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To warn you, nothing has been fully edited (this will have to get checked for typos and all that other good stuff). And, the stories are not yet firm (I may go back, add more detail etc.) but here you go, in rough draft - draft format- fell free to comment.
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It was my last morning in Bocas Del Torro (A sedate set of islands off the North-Eastern shores of Panama.). Sitting down for one last breakfast with newly met friends, we reminisced while eating chunks of juicy pineapple. The company was a pleasure, the pineapple, was heaven. Each and every bite awakened senses I’d long thought lost- sweet; sour; pungent; tart- It was as though I’d been transported into a different level of taste. Sure, I’d had pineapple before but the freshness of this variety was incomparable. People talked, and I listened. People spoke, and I imagined. Time passed slowly. I was mesmerized and tried in earnest to enjoy every moment at that table. Sure, the company was nice, but this pineapple- it had seduced my senses and stolen my heart.
the pineapple had been consumed –I devouring the final piece- reality re-awakened, conversation with the group improved, and we sat for the next hour joking about the last few days.
After assisting with clean-up, I grabbed my bags, said my goodbye’s, made my way to the docks and boarded a boat for Changuinola.-a seedy town who’s only star quality is the fact that its the headquarters of the Chiriqui Land Company- the company that brings us Chiquita Banana.
The ride was rough. Waves continually pounded our small vessel as the captain tried his best to smooth out the ride. Peoples faces began turning, and during the ride, we sustained several sea sicken casualties. Nearing land, the waves calmed, and the gifts into the sea, ceased.
Landing in Changuinola, I quickly hailed a taxi and was on my way to the “Autobus por David”.
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