-Cabulco
Lenny, I hardly knew ye. Truth and Aravac pay a visit to their neighbor heading west.

A garden of Eden, a tribute to love, a year to grow fonder, and a reason for our ultimate return.
When Aravac and Truth arrived, a Tuk-Tuk carried them over the bridge and into a simpler life. Simple and slow.

Tomalitos and fermented pineapple juice gave us heavy hearts and stomach. Aravac steered us on the bumpy ride through town. A slow life on a fast motorbike, this is how we'd eventually make our way westward, some day.

"Whiskey," we all said in unison for our last photograph. Wendy held the bikes as we boarded the last bus. A last goodbye, we never could have, for we barely had time to exchange our bags. Tea for Lord Jim, but without ostentation.

Sad to see ya go,
back home...


Bobby Angelle- I Wanna Go Back Home