First there was the adventure of getting to that lonely pier, then encouraged to get into that canoe with few guarantees, life jackets, out of breath ....
Then we came to the island without a name to a berth that said encouragingly Welcome to The Flood ... music, heat (a lot), lousy food, mate, an occasional beer, and of course the mosquitoes, thousands, millions of them ...
and we did the night, the canoe did not come, the darkest dark river that sunlight, that very particular side by side that seemed to presage an inevitable dip ...
we get to this little harbor deserted, a light bar and order a bottle of cold water, waiting for the bus, more mosquitoes, and after an hour the road ...
at 22:30 the lights of civilization greeted us politely, I can tell, was a Sunday different long ago did a change of scenery .. je je
Then I'll tell you more ....
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