my bags are packed

but this poor boy budget traveller will not be leaving from puerto jimenez on a jet plane.  nono.  but i will be leaving.  tomorrow about 10 am.   i see in my near future - boats and busses, poker, wwoof'ing on farms in various central american countries, and possibly mexico when i'm all but done with central america.  walking. hiking.  lots of sweat.  tired bones.  yoga.  the occasional divine cold water dip.  and maybe, just maybe, i'll find myself a travel partner that i develop some intimacy with.  i've been willing that, so it just may be.  oh, and i will be writing.  of course.  cause i must feed that need.  new adventures, here i come!

as for a bit of prose positioned in a way that it may not be prose to sum up my 2 months here...

none of the old fixes fix what i want fixed.
they didn't before.
i put them down and fixed much of what wasn't working.
i picked them back up when i felt something
amiss?  or needing addition?  something...
shocker alert - 
they were not the missing ingredient to
a charmed, 
complete life.
i even attempted a couple new 
quick fixes.
shocker alert 2 -
they flamed out faster than 
a roman candle.


oh sure,
there's minor benefits to many of these modes.
i now have a bit more spanish language skills from my 
WB tv trance.
i revisited the temp relief of
sucking down a fag -
long pause -
(feel free to check your british slang, por favor).
i'm charmed enough to get
a private dancer in
a private room
with AC
and no money down or out.


there's more.
there always is,
right?
more than enough to provide me with a 
case of the whatever's.
this, that, this other thing, her, and it was nice
delicious, even
comforting
and that's kinda why
i gotta go


with sam elliot's gruff voice and
world-class moustache
front n center in my mind
i close,
partner,
perhaps i'll catch sight of 
you
further on the road