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Published: August 14th 2008
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Nora.
Nora-Go-Happy, Peter's lady-friend. Utila, 09 marzo 1990 early morning.
I'm sitting on the beach, the first rays of an early sun on my back. Nora is sitting next to me, a blue sarong with happy dolfins on it her only garment.
I know she wears no underwear since I saw her wrapping it around her slender well-built body when she came after me after we danced like crazy mad men around our campfire most of the night screaming our heads off, all of us stark naked and off our heads on Milwauki beer, countless marijuana joints, Magic Mushroom noodles and Peyote, a combination of drugs and alcohol that can do your head in....take it from me.
Me, Peter, James and Nora, we really lost it last night....we were under the influence of Don Peyote.
I let my tormented mind go free and wander, back to the moment Nora kissed me and pushed the pre-munched remains of these two Peyote pods inside my mouth....how she whispered they wanted me on the same high as them...the efect was almost spontaneous - I had expected a few hours for digestion, must have been the beer and marijuana.
I remember Nora walking to the campfire where James and Peter were having themselves a little war dance, taking off her blue colored bikini while looking over her shoulder giving me that mysterious and seductive look...I remember how James and Peter started howling like wolves to a full moon, when they saw her stark naked, how they instantly quite literally tore off their own clothes and resumed their Dakota war dance....I remember how Nora started singing again in the Louisiana accented french, a french love song, her dark brown body reflecting the red/yellow light of the campfire....I remember how I was banging away with a stick on the trunk of a palm tree trying hard to keep rhythm to her song.
The dancing took forever and somewhere along the night I gave up banging away on that palm tree, took off my own clothes and joined in the happy melee, sweating like pigs, falling over in the beach sand and getting a second shot of Red label whiskey, our bodies covered in white beach sand sticking to our skins because of the sweat.
Eventually both Peter and James topped over from sheer exhaustion falling asleep where they fell.
So now I'm sitting here with Nora, her left arm wrapped around my body and her head resting on my shoulder, fast asleep and snoring softly.
That massive marine animal - most likely the whale shark that according to the locals, patrols the waters around Utila - I sensed and heard last evening, is still out there, I can only see the replacement of the sea water and hear the occasional grunt carried to my ears on the salty sea breeze.
Like back at Livingston during our cannoe trip, we never saw the matinee - seacow - but we did see and sense his presence. For such elusive animals like whale sharks and sea cows that does count for something I guess
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