Thursday, February 25, 2010

Periodic Updates from the Lost One

(Actually Lake Kivu, stolen from the facebook page of a certain tall German)

Let's see, I got this one Sunday morning not too long ago:
Sitting in a bar on the beach drinking kuche kuche beer and listening to a rasta with a fiddle sing sweet songs about fishing and hiv.
And a few days later, right as I was getting home from work:
Camping on the beach, sunrise over the water. Would be perfect except there's a damn monsoon and my tent is about as 'waterproof' as a silk hankie. 
It reminds me of when I was in college in Vermont and my other brother would call me in February to tell me that he was biking to work because it was supposed to hit seventy that day in Santa Barbara.

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