‘I’ll be happier when the bikes are on, we’re on and we’re on our way.’ I reply, anxiously viewing the huge mound of cargo still sitting on the dock waiting to be loaded.
‘They can’t be putting all that on,’ says Oli, ever the optimist, ‘it must be for another boat.’ Though I can sense even Olivier’s doubt.
‘Maybe,’ I say, calculating space, as a man adds steel rods to the mound and to my equation of; bricks, cement, fridges, washing machines, wood, galvanise, rice, beer, fizzy drinks, steel girders and the ubiquitous can’t-go-anywhere-without-one….chicken…alive.
And let’s not forget the two motorbikes.
“One dollar.” “For what?!” I reply. “Policia,” “Jeez, everyone wants a dollar here!” I retort angrily pulling yet another dollar from my fairly vacant wallet. The officer at the gateway smiles a smug grin as he hands me the useless piece of paper in exchange for my dollar bill and …
She sits upright, pulls off her damp t-shirt and slips into a clean cotton sweater. She walks through the villa out on to the terrace basked in sun, the terracotta tiles cold on her bare feet. I imagine the cotton sweater, crisp with cleanliness, so starchy it’s rough to touch …
The little cuddly howler monkey….They might look cute….. But they scare the poo out of you in camp at night…. Howler monkeys from Nick Jones on Vimeo. Not me though….I’m too tough.
After several passes of curiosity, the boy comes over to my corner of shade outside the “tienda.” “Where are you from?” he asks shyly. “England.” I reply, taking a thirst quenching sip from my cola. “Is that far?” “Ohhh, yes! Very far!” I tell him. “Is it close to Germany?” …
“The Moment of Truth, Take Four” was complete and hot off the…umm, developing table, but it didn’t take long for another problem to crop up and “Take Five” was soon created, leaving me feeling like an overused actor, in a worn out ongoing story line…like in the endless “Saw” movie …