Friday, July 29, 2005

In a village of starving people, never trust the fattest man

If it wasn´t for Puerto Cabezas´s fattest man I would be at sea right now. He´s the owner of the boat I was to go on and he had led me to believe for the last week that when the boat leaves I would be on it. It turns out, he told the captain the day of departure, ¨I don´t want the gringo going.¨

Still trying to get on another boat...

3 comments:

EDT said...

Well, there's a boat waiting for you at the Hampton Inn in Somerset, KY. Too bad it's not running at the moment. Like you, we are waiting for a ride!

Miss you!
EDT

Kyle said...

"Negro" has officially set sail. Here's to another adventure and a safe return. Happy sailing little bro'.

"The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea."

Kyle said...

Scratch that; Kels is still shore-bound. He says that he will be catching a boat in a day or so, but I for one am not holding my breath.