Never again hopefully. He was traveling on the Ferry boat between Puerto Jiminez and Gulfito.. and everyone was lighting tea candles everywhere.. even near the fuel.... party, party, party... outside church the big religious ceremony.
He ran into an old friend... seemed as though perhaps he had an emotional breakdown.. he just did not seem his old self.. or as he remembered him... he was on his cell phone with two particular Artist friends of his.. and telling what a great a person his friend was and insisting on making arrangement for him to visit them on their compound...
Hell he did not want to go even... but his friend was so insistent .... He did not feel like such a great person inside nor did he want to have to live up to the expectations his old friend was touting on about over the phone to his acquaintances .... they had a lodge or something as mentioned, for Tourist...
The ferry boat landed across the other side at Gulfito.. the town was done up for holiday.. food vendors.. flowers.. and candles candles everywhere... he had been given a couple for free and now was trying to figure out just where and how to light them without burning his fingers or burning the town down...
It was like everything Outside and Inside was a big Church under an invisible carnival tent that day.... he looked up and saw what he thought was a beautiful young woman seated.. who it turned out was willing to accept money to have sex with him essentially in church during service... he was flabbergasted.... thing was where? oh dear. Life's dilemas...
She said she had to get home to her baby and mother as far as the time element went..... and she did not look so great on closer examination.. he began to think it was a She Male telling lies... He lost interest.... and walked away. Something was not right.....
The child she mentioned must of surely been a lie.... the mother probably too.
Maybe he could find a cheap hotel down the street .. where he could sleep tonight with out bed bugs.. he always checked for them since the morning he woke up with a trail of bites on his thigh, Nasty Bastards, he thought.
He was trying to find his way out of the crowd and maze when he saw a door... it had a clear glass knob.. faceted it looked like a giant diamond... lets see he said to himself as he examined it... yes the painted in latex flat pastel pink door was locked but he could unlock it from the inside and exit, however he would not be able to re lock it from the outside... with the sliding bolt.
He would feel guilty if he did that after all the place was a Wholeistic Massage.... and that would not be very nice... but if not he would have to turn around and walk past those people again... including the girly man, he did not really want to.
He tried to be funny on the boat telling jokes ... coming over but most of the people were either Spanish with no English or German with No English or Spanish... he tried talking to them in Spanglish but it did not seem to work....
It was rather hard to be funny, but he still laughed at his own jokes and every one he presumed thought he was nuts... which was fine..... as long as they were mixed.
Although one girl smiled and under stood when he used the term......'Muey Comico' she got that.
The street was a fast changing place... suddenly the people were gone to somewhere else.. and all the tea candles had burned out of wax...and were now cold and their glow was silenced.
He knocked his note book and pen out of bed during his sleep that night the sound of it hitting the floor woke him up.
Do you want to really have some fun?
You should try it perhaps?........ Traveling during Holy Week.
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