Taking my final dip


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April 6th 2007
Published: April 6th 2007EDIT THIS ENTRY

I return to you now at the beginning of a new chapter in my journey. The time I commited to working for the better of others has run dry, and with an emotional departure beneath both a full moon and the flashes of lightening on the horizon, I set off in the same old pick-up truck that arrived at 9 to steal away all the other volunteers that departed over the weeks I have been here. Watching the b... Read Full Entry



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All smilesAll smiles
All smiles

in Bunche
Ecuadorian Ed and IEcuadorian Ed and I
Ecuadorian Ed and I

rounding up a bit of fire wood
what is he doing?what is he doing?
what is he doing?

strange individual
CuterCuter
Cuter

Again
this kidthis kid
this kid

He is faster then steve rickard
wet and not happywet and not happy
wet and not happy

or maybe just camera shy
a bottlea bottle
a bottle

after some time in the mighty pacific
I won the raceI won the race
I won the race

Like steve rickard, Joselo was unabvle to compete
Miguel and OlkaldoMiguel and Olkaldo
Miguel and Olkaldo

Sharing a laugh
kids n empanadaskids n empanadas
kids n empanadas

for me to eat i hope
The Gimp strikes backThe Gimp strikes back
The Gimp strikes back

yes i must confess
WaitingWaiting
Waiting

for a boat
Boat RideBoat Ride
Boat Ride

Lagertera Beach, at the mouth of Rio Verde
and still waitingand still waiting
and still waiting

the boat never arrived
TomatesTomates
Tomates

Anyone for a bite? Photo thanx to Andy
PushPush
Push

or pull? regardless the bike remains stationary!
PuddlesPuddles
Puddles

and glazed over faces
More MayhemMore Mayhem
More Mayhem

On the Muisne streets



12th April 2007

Wonderful
You're a wonderful critter and a gift to thr world - x
14th April 2007

nostalgia
Well. well my friend...it appears that I haven't forgotten everything about this good old mudhole, that I called home myself for a very short period of my life. There was something cracking in me, when I read this words, this familiar descriptions, looked at these pictures from such a different world...it's hopeless, as time turns it just runs over you and there has probably not even staid a trace of my -once so ugly looking- left foot in the mud. whether or not...there will always stay a bit of Lagarterra mud on our feet...

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