Okay, someone needs to come to
It may just be the fact that I’m homesick. I don’t fit in here. It’s really touristy and expensive. It is beautiful don’t get me wrong, but everything is highly commercialized. I can’t afford to go out, drink a beer, or hike to a waterfall. I’m feeling like a fish out of water and perhaps I’m reaching. I can’t go to the store without spending fifty dollars for just a few days food. I can’t spearfish because the fish have ciguatera, diesel is close to five bucks a gallon, and I’m going to have a really tuff time provisioning here to move on. The guy in the immigration office was so rood to me it boggles my mind.
One of my subscribers said “it sounds like you need a vacation”. A vacation to me would be to sail to a place where I could live simple again without the hum of business, development, and police. My friends have also either gone back to the states or moved on. The road west is split here. Some go northwest to Samoa, and some more South to
I think I need to split, vamoose, and sail out of here. The sea and Namaste have never let me down and I just need to move on. I think I would really like living with the indigenous people of the
I’m going to fix the leek on my motor today. In the next few days I’ll have the radar project finished and I’ll be free once again.
Peace, Love, and Clarity!
Alex
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