I have just been passed an ice cold Coco Cola..Along with local beer vast amoumts has been comsumed the only thing i have not done with the stuff is clean my teeth....Local water here for the English gut would mean long periods sat in a tin hut with shorts around ones ankles rather than floating in a warm sea with a view of the bay and surrounding mountains fit for any chocolate box cover.
Poverty and wealth are ugly companions living side by side there is no inbetween one has to adapt..i have handed money out in the street always giving a little more to tricycles as they work in the noon day sun waving away some hurts the most the only protection for stopping you getting angry or falling into melancholy madness against the countries leaders is the fact i cannot help all in some small way or else i would be climbing aboard the plane home in bare panties which at my age is an aweful thought and perhaps sight..
This pligrimage is for a special party amongst family. it is a rare thing i mention family for i am not a vast fan of such to many scars over the decades to many times standing in corners..thinking what the thud...the simple word Ding...is the local word for Transvestite...which seems so much simpler....
In between all this rage,,,Some island hopping in search for the perfect sandy beach which is quite a passion of mine perhaps why i use the word pilgrimage in a few days, hope fully some time in a bug hut to scribble....Take Care all whom pass this way...
