So I´m on the road. I´m heading south near the Panamanian border.
It´s a succession of bus journeys, new towns, and new places to stay.
Sometimes I meet people, sometimes I'm on my own. It´s the first time I´ve been on my own in a while. For someone who spends a lot of time living in his head this is usually not a good thing (and I must be putting on weight as my neck is beginning to hurt), but it is giving me time to reflect on some of the things I have done and the people I've met.
One discovery I have made is that this internet cafe stinks. I'm outta here...
You're not on your own - we're all there with you. We read your messages and we're watching over you to make sure you're OK.
ReplyDeleteThanks, but where were you guys when I ran out of toilet paper?
ReplyDeleteWe were there - laughing!
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