strap me down on a vivisection table
study my humors, my bile, my spleen
I’m keen to know who I am and if I’m able
but don’t forget to stitch me up again.
May 13. Waiting in the port.
Fabien sends a taxi to pick us up from the hostel. We have to wait a few hours in the Club Nautico before embarkation. Today, it's going to happen... my excitement has been stirred up like cappuccino foam for the last couple of days, and I do feel really good. It will be six days ...
April 11. But he didn’t use the soap.
Today, I wake up in a nice bed in a pension in Santa Cruz de Bolivia. This is Bolivia's boomtown, strongest growth of them all. Towns that used to be rich in colonial times are very poor now and vice versa. On the roof are my clothes and I think the morning sun already dried ...
May 5. Identity.
A little hangover can be worked off by four cups of coffee and a cold shower. At twelve I'm good to go and walk out to find a boat that will take me to Panama. Enter: Club Nautico. I walk in and ask some people for a boat to Panama. There are plenty of sailors ...