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Mirror. Signal, Manoeuvre
It is time, to pull away from the kerb of self-pity, move up a
gear in existence, and press my foot down on life’s
accelerator, joining the rest of he human traffic, but perhaps
going a little faster. Going a little faster.
I will be moving off this rock around January time, or perhaps
slightly before, in an attempt to broaden at least one guy’s
horizon.
South America beckons, Uruguay perhaps, or maybe Bolivia, where
friend sterling goes far and I know the native populace are
looking for English speakers willing to share their language.
Perhaps teaching is my vocation in waiting? But Bolivians
speaking English with a smudge of Caledonian lilt, that would
bring the crinkle of a smile to many faces, I can hear a titter
already. Titter, titter.
But it is definitely approaching travel time for Surf Bum;
those feet are tingling with that tell tale urge. So many
places, but one is inclined to wonder if there is enough
remaining time? Oh stop it, you silly Scot, there is time
aplenty remaining, but it is to be used wisely!
It may well be an indictment on my limited abilities, but I
feel that only so many images can be captured, or so many words
to be typed, about El Cotillo, before boredom descends upon my
expectant audience. Even now, I can sense their collective
hands reaching toward collective mouths stifling collective
yawns, that sad precursor to a reading public drifting away in
search of more stimulating wordsmiths with something to offer,
other than tales of sand and aquamarine rollers. More
stimulating.
For sure, there will be weekly reports on progress, unless of
course I struggle to find Wifi connectivity in some of the
farther flung locations where I find myself. But my private
thought Police have donned their white traffic gloves, and are
waving me on, past the cerebral roadblock, toward a new mindset
motorway.
Mirror, signal, manoeuvre, and move on.
As I write it looks like I may have secured a place on a
Caribbean bound yacht, in November, you will as ever be kept
posted.
Oh and you deffo need the sun cream, not only did girlfriend
damage a couple of fingers in a post scuba dive accident, she
also got sunstroke. Bless
Talk again soon.
Surf Bum
Donald Innes is a writer and photographer,
see more of his pictures on
http://donaldinnesross-aplaceforinnes.blogspot.com
If you are interested in buying any of his pictures just
call him on 662 529580
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