And there’s a nest with two baby parrots in a hollow tree at eye level from our deck. There are howler monkeys in the jungle, good diving under the waves and cold beers in the fridge. I’m falling behind with my posts, what with all the activities and the naps.
This is our fifth day in Panama, and in the tradition of travel writers and war correspondents, I’m a little bit drunk. Well, no, that’s inacurate, I’m tired, bone weary dead tired. Today was quite a day. Though, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. First, a big caveat, being on vacation I don’t want to spend too much time playing at being Hemingway or London or Melville. Which means I don’t want to spend precious moments at the keyboard and not at the beach or wherever. So please be indulgent with my grammar. I’ll reread myself once, tops, and then post. So yeah, all sorts of mistake and infelicities will abound. Also, I took a bunch of photos with my no sim iPhone 5, but it seems to have died for good, so, for the second time this year, I have lost pics, I’m sure I’ll be able to retrieve them eventually, but for now, as I sit outside our rented house, listening to crashing waves and drinking a beer before going to sleep, it is of little help.
New passport. Ten years of empty pages to fill out with exotic visas, to record our adventures on. Ten years before the passport expires. How old will you be in a decade? That’s the promise and the threat. That’s also the moment you choose how to look at life.
Perhaps because the Universe has a sense of humour, I suspect it does, I have something of an empirical streak in me. I’ve always been interested in what I drink. Its history, nature, and thus the quest for the best. Not THE BEST as in experts and pundits and lifestyle magazines for men declare, but my best, my favourite I should say. Okay, enough kidding myself, more likely that tendency is just a fancy excuse for trying a lot of different alcohols. I figure it looks a lot less disreputable to be engaged in a exploration of rums and the search for how provenance affects taste, at ten in the morning, than just swilling back a shot in your underwear and making pirate jokes.
This is much less a proper post and more a cheap excuse to show you a bunch of pictures. Also I did one of those a little while ago and some of you enjoyed it. So here are more reasons why dive, granted most of them only tangentially make any sense, but it’s one of those days.