This fine morning I am going to transcribe verbatim an odd journal scribble that was the only piece of word conjuring I could produce on the other side of the planet.
Miercoles, 07 de Marzo
Well, its our third day in Ecuador (maybe the 4th) and Meyissa y Chago vas ento Atacames por la tarde. I am in the hotel and just combo shit/puke out a really gross explosion of my insides. I had some ceviche on the beach earlier, but I don't think that is what did it. My body got sick from the heat and sun I feel like. It is sunny and hot hot hot. Everything is sticky and sweaty. No rain.
I am fairly delirious. Splitting headache and unable to focus. I'm trying to mustard up enough energy to go the la tienda y compra una grande agua y mas cigarettas. Even though I feel like shit I can't stop drinking Clubs and smoking. Me gusto vacation. The coast is amazing, but I think I like Quito better because of the weather.
In Ecuador of all places, we met a guy named Tom from Bozeman who had a surgical lung. Of course he wanted a cigarette. Of course we game him one.
3 -7 -12
No comments:
Post a Comment