Island

29.06.2016

I took the boat early in the morning and found myself alone getting off at Salvaterra.

I walked around in the ridiculous heat until I found a cheap hotel. At that point I was feeling good about everything And wrote this:

Sometimes traveling brings suicidal thoughts. Sometimes you literally wish you were dead. Sometimes the pain kills you and you feel like you can't take it anymore. The aches in your legs cause your whole body to collapse. The burning blisters on your feet beg for cooling relief. The pus in the back of your throat chokes you until you can't breathe. Your eyes fight sleep waiting for that next connection. You are lost, alone and no one understands a word you say. Any number of other hellish things could happen at any point in time, usually at the time you least expect it.

Other times you want to die from amazingness. Other times you get caught in the middle of a domestic dispute and infinitely thank god for getting you out of your own. You do your best to help, but in the end no one listens and you explode from ecstasy because no one can make you stay.

Other times you continue on by yourself, catching a ferry to a paradise island, landing straight in the middle of some obscure kite flying festival, searching in the scorching heat for a cheap guest house and actually find one.

Other times you eat the freshest fish, sauntering down to the beach to drink the coldest beer with your feet in the sand as traditional samba plays in the background.

Sometimes, just sometimes, things like that happen.

After that it all went downhill. I went to the doctor because my pills ran out and my ear was still killing me. I was told to come back tomorrow, after they gave me an anti inflammatory shot in the butt. There was no wifi in my hotel, even though the guy told me there was. So I had to do an interview for a new job in China outside some other hotel while mosquitoes feasted on my legs.

Continued on next post...

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