Yeah
i flew out and through
the temperate west coast
punctuated by the thick bright snow on the sierras
as i edited photos on my mac
flying over
distracted by the beauty down below
the snow
the sleeping trees
peaks and valleys
soft cloud quilts…
all the way to Kansas
where the bird’s eye view
got kinda boring
and the sun was hot in my thick layers
i closed the blind
and rotated photos…
maybe you’ll get to see them soon.
when i opened the shade again
the clouds were thick and red over indiana
i slept a while in the night
listening to Christopher O’Riley
and when the lights of the Eastern SeaBoard hit me
my heart split open
soaring somewhere into the city
there was a gentle excitement of being home
and things worked plenty well
with time and patience
getting me a free cart
getting my baggage
getting into a cab
and riding to Sterling Street
where Nayland and Matt greeted me with Chinese Food and Conversation
Oh What A World…
but the conversations and laying in bed
left me feeling my heart:
Bruised.
my throat
cold and wet
open
warm
flowing
ah, but underneath:
fearful and jittery
after he fell asleep
i lay and wondered
having to water the plants!
(too much to say)
having to sit on the toilet
… i do feel better
but a few hours playing with settings on the gallery program and iTunes
and wondering
yeah
it’s late enough now
i can go to sleep, sure.
tomorrow i head up state
for the Nayraya
i’ll dance for my mother
and you too, timmy
(oh, wait, i mean the lost little boy i was somewhere…)
Oh, San Francisco
— you’re so beautiful
why am i so torn by you?
— want to spend time here
but it always makes me feel bad..
but the rush, the rush, the rush
driving down 17th street from the top of the hill
full moon over the twilight city
Beautiful!
and this morning
when leaving
Marty Dooley called out to me from the sidewalk
and walking behind him was Robbie Frank
and we passed Victor on Folsom street
and the city is filled with beautiful men!
i would love to lick all over and roll around in bed
Like Gil, that guy from Alabama i got to see last night for a moment
such beauty
fuzzy tummy
Spanish Alberto, hitting on Leo
and that guy with the big beautiful round face behind the bar…
should i just get a room for a month
and make my rounds?
could i survive without being covered in crabs and chlamydia?
weird emotional twists and half-hearted deceptions from every direction?
This Town is So Beautiful..
what am i supposed to do with it?
a few days ago..
when was it?
Last week: Tuesday, yeah?
i’d been wanting to call my parents
but i’d been traveling, running around too much
so
with a moment of Peace (spent the day at Harbin)
i settled in to call my dad back
(i’d called my mother the day before
and thanked her for the great army/surplus jacket thing: pockets galore for when i was wearing pants with none: it come in very handy on the trip)
but i’d remembered i wanted to thank my dad for something
she said she’d tell him to call when he got back from the Pacer’s Game…
but she forgot
and he ended up calling me while i was on the phone with someone else
or… emailing?
something, it wasn’t long
but there it was
so i called him back
and he was very sleepy
and i told him about the trip
— talked about the conversation i had with Jim
where Jim was so frustrated that every time he caught him self from a side glance in a window
he would see his father…
and all his family said he was the most like his father..
and i was telling him
‘ there’s no time for hate ‘
gotta accept the papa, yeah..
So i’m talking with my dad on the phone
and i tell him about how similar we are
and how thankful i was that he gave me that Fisherman Watch
(with hook sharpener, compass, thermometer, carabineer, analogue and digital time, plus a red LED)
he commiserated with me about the throwing up in the airplane over the Nazca lines
saying that happened to him really easily..
then i mentioned my camera got stolen
and he fell somber
and said
“yeah, you get stuff stolen from you all the time.. like that time you got pick-pocketed in France…”
somewhere in my mind
there was a little voice begging him not to say that
– when i was 17 and lived in England on Foreign Exchange
my parents sent me about $200 a month… something like that
the first family i lived with took us down to stay at their friend’s place in Paris for two weeks..
— the money disappeared in an instant!
how could it not?
Paris!
17 year old!
… however, it did not disappear in the Metro
someone opening my bag and digging out my wallet
— which is what i told my father… coz he was always lecturing me about keeping my wallet on me and not in a coat pocket or bag or something
so i was playing my manipulative disrespectful teen-age self and playing into his idea of how ignorant i was to extort more money out of him
my bad
but it was his lie that took me to england anyway
(blah blah blah, cycles of abuse, justified and perpetuated)
i answered just then
glossing over it
‘yeah…’
but gave myself a second chance:
i could continue this lie i had been telling for… Ten Years
(not continually… but believed)
Or…
i could break it and tell him the truth
it was a deliberation of about 4 seconds
and i came out with it
as clearly and calmly as possible
coloring my voice with Humility for him to hear
but he didn’t…
just like when i told him i was gay
— he knew already (which is why he brought it up, somehow)
but he made a big show about how i was such a bad person
always a liar and manipulator
how i’ve caused so much ill-will and hurt in the world
how i blame everyone else for my problems
(and at this point he was projecting all over the place)
and i repeated, calmly and clearly
over and over
how, Yes, i had done those things
and Yes, that’s who i was
and, Thankfully, i have grown.
he didn’t want to hear it
the hurt and misery in his voice was palpable
and though the conversation went on a bit after that
and we rushed “i love you”s at eachother (or did we?)
i got off the phone feeling terrible.
well
really
the terrible took a little time to set in.
the wine
reading Anne Carson’s “Autobiography of Red” — which i had just gotten back from someone i’d lent it too three or four years ago…
Leo being drunk
ohhhh
blame blame blame
i hated my father for making me feel so bad—
for not forgiving me
— i hated Leo for falling asleep and not admitting he was falling asleep
for pretending he was paying attention
when really he had no idea what i was talking about, what i was reading for him
though he told me to keep on reading
he wasn’t hearing it
he was wasting my time
Fuckers.
Yeah
my lover and my hater
my father and my friends
the next day i was pissy about it all day
i felt terrible
angry
sad
frustrated..
i guess this was my “pain body” coming alive
no one brings it out like daddy.
but we did a pretty equal job of abusing eachother, really…
which is still one of the amazing things about my relation ship with Leo:
it is SO RARE for him to ever get in a fight with me
oh sure
i’ll get pissed off at him
and freak out
and complain
and sulk
and hide
but he just takes it..
however
he loves to bait me
to say things he knows will bother me
to do things that pisses me off, just to see me get riled up
— he loves it
and i’m not making it up
it’s part of how he makes his fun
… which is also my father’s method
though Leo is whittier…
having been trained in NYC
(laughs)
however
i don’t play that game well
never have
the more antagonized i get
the more mean and hurtful i get
til i forget it’s a game
and i just start fighting: Enemy.
i’ve still got so much to learn!
” i want to be someone else or i’ll Explode! ”
do we ever change?
is there any way out of this?
into it? through it?
What i wrote last night?
Venting.
i don’t like Venting.
Venting
like Farting
— there’s some digestive problems
(accepting and being nourished by the world, and separating out the shit)
somewhere the chemistry is off
fermentation occurs in the belly
and a noxious by-product is given off
judgement
defensiveness
fear
anger
Driving with Jim and Gene
they go 90+MpH the whole time
and violently hate everyone on the road for purposely slowing them down
— they take everything personally
and it feels like i’m trapped in a war when i’m with them..
yet they say
” don’t take it so seriously:
we’re just Venting ”
well don’t pollute my reality with that Angst!
Fuck!
but after i finished writing that long bit last night
Leo had prepared dinner
and i went out to eat with him
at ease
calm
peaceful
i told him that writing was akin to some sort of Excrement..
as i’ve almost always viewed Art:
not being able to stomach the whole meal (life)
our bodies (souls, psyche)
comes up with some way to process what we cannot accept
the process is wonderful for the Artist, of course
it allows us to feel the pain, the discomfort
and make a pearl out of it
instead of just being ripped up in side by it.
so
after dinner
i curled up with Leo on the bed
and tucked him in
kissing the back of his neck
so happy to be with him
so happy for dinner
so loving
so Thankful
over and over again
i gotta write all the time
Journal.
silly.
Journal.
i feel like i should write something else that’s more fun for people to read
not just sifting through my chicken-entrails to find the gems hidden in there
hopefully someday i’ll learn.
Context?
oh, dominic
frustrated as ever.
i haven’t posted the photos
.. i haven’t finished updating the journal from my Peru trip
when will i have time now?
to type it all in
organize it all?
to Harbin tomorrow
to SF the day after
to NYC the day after
Upstate the day after
— Naraya.
back down on sunday
or monday?
or when?
then?
NYC!
everything rushes
— i may have to hole up in my room
— but feel pressured to make money before the holidays
see friends!
Context; Here:
yeah
i know i haven’t posted in over a week
(well, i just back-dated something i wrote on the 5th, a fragment)
i’ve been grappling with being back in america
being back in my pain body
being back in all my stupid and silly struggles
my desires
my Nafs.
there was lots of sex the first few days
oh
give and take
one massage client that very quickly turned otherwise
it was all fun and exciting in southern california
— but i wasn’t acheiving what i wanted.
let my friend Skinny Boy Blue down about seeing his play
perfecting timing missed..
got to SF
and was immediately depressed by it
which made me feel bad..
i kept hearing the Cat Power song “Colors and Kids”
about
“It’s so hard to go into the city
coz you want to say ‘ Hello ‘ to everybody..
it’s so HARD to go
into the city
coz you want to say ‘ Hey! i Love You! ‘
to every body…”
i kept seeing all these beautiful and fun looking kids
daddies
all sorts of characters..
and me:
devoid of purpose
… going to see someone
riding the train
wandering through the streets…
with nothing pressings
and FRESH from travel
— i was seeing things clearly
i was imagining their stories
i was caressing their bodies
i wanted to touch everyone
hear them talking to me
smell their breath
taste them!
but they wouldn’t look at me
hardly talk to me
and it took a day and a half of their Busy lives filled with Things to Do
to turn me sour
and suddenly all the stories were sad ones of tragedy and cyclical suffering
samsara spinning around
— i got a ride from Palm Springs to LA with a massage client
and that was sweet
but i was exhausted (didn’t sleep the night before)
and then a ride from Frank Martin, ednixon, up to the bay area
with his friend Kitten
who i was kinda excited by
similarily
by the third night in SF
i was just sad
and everyone seemed unhappy
Kitten was a bitchy bore
and i was tired.
similarily
my time with Leo has been
so excited to see him
— that wore off like a cheap silver plating —
and the same complaints of his playful nagging
and drinking
got to me
by the third day
i was going through my [paper] mail
and found out that when i tested for all my diseases here in SF back in August
and assumed all was well (coz they didn’t call me)
really
i had Chlamydia
rectal, throat– cock not tested… so probably there too
which means i’ve probably been passing it around to god knows how many people
and i shudder at having to tell everyone when i get back
(and, of course, can’t tell everyone coz some names i don’t know, some addresses and numbers i don’t have)
— i’ve been feeling off
but assuming it couldn’t be an STD because i had got tested and was negative in everything!
— i haven’t had any pussy discharge or sever pain
just a mild dis-ease throughout…
so… FUCK!
i had to call in an antibiotic in Fort Bragg
and took it
no more sugar for a while
no more alcohol (thank you)
but i’ve had a severely sore throat since sucking Leo’s dick
and did i give him this last time i was here? probably.
FUCK FUCK FUCK
where are my charms?
guess that period of my life is over, eh?
i’ve had Chlamydia on and off for about two years now
probably longer:
i had bad hemeroids and bloody butt back in 2001
and after waiting 1.5hrs at a clinic in SF i just walked out and choose to take care of it myself (hating medical doctors and DISEASE clinics)
i probably cured it with meditation and my three month kitchari fast back in 2001
though it seemed to have flared up again in europe for a few months in the heat of summer
(people told me it was just colonitis… or “excessive Heat” in TCM)
however
at the begining of 2004
i gave it to three people
which is the first time i realized i had it.
i was traveling in brazil at the time
so when i got back (two months later)
i tested, took the antibiotics
and it should have been cleared
BUT
i gave it to a friend in TN!
so took antibiotics again!
i got tested at the begining of this year
and got no call back, so felt fine…
but now i have it again
(by paper mail, thank you)
so i took my Azithromyacin
and what the fuck should i do?
guess my slutting days are coming to an end
— it’s fun
but
admittedly
a bit dissatisfying
but what now?
Life..
keeps on
… a diligent path
we’ll see how well i balance this new rope.
Context– Back To Now:
so i’ve been pissy with Leo
feeling distracted
like my time and energy are being eaten up
— satyrn is pinching me
.. i went to a church dinner with Leo last night
and felt so out of place..
but a nice lady named Charla took up the task of conversing with me
(i walked in her redwoods this spring..)
and told me about her year in Peru back in the ’60s…
saying “it’s because you’ve been an outsider your whole life that you’re such an interesting person…
and i’m sure you’ve learned that traveling is the only way for you to be an insider…”
all my suspiscions confirmed..
i went to mass this morning
i can’t fucking stand mass…
unless it’s in Latin.. then it’s great.
i walked out when they started their cannibalism…
and yesterday went to a Buddhist healing at a Zen centre out in the forest
beautiful
little tibetans..
our translator got sick in the middle of it
i felt lots of cold shivers..
it wasn’t the Medicine Buddha..
it was a wrathful blue guy..
Vajra … something.
multicolour raidiant light nectar pouring down
black oozing out the bottom
yeah
but the american buddhists…
damn me and all my judgements
damn christianity and all its judgements
damn buddhism and…
well
it’s just the world
and i suppose someone’s gotta be judgeing
and someone’s gotta be loving
and… we’re doing the best we can.
ARGH!
i had hoped to get all the photos from the peru trip up this weekend
reality is
i didn’t even really start working on the project til friday
and quickly became daunted with executing it..
sure
2800 photos is a lot to go through
but only a few to be cut out
rotated…
this isn’t the time to go through and crop and balance, etc…
just put them up..
WELL
i thought i’d do it through Photoshop (7)
and it just didn’t do what i wanted…
the only slide show feature it had
had no stop button!
and most of the screen sizes were tremendously off
plus
there was no way to directly link to a full size image
i was dissapointed and frustrated.
so i looked through other things i had on my computer:
the dreamweaver was missing components
sutterbug needed to be registered for output
graphic converter was even more lame
iPhoto is pathetic, and only compatible with .Mac
… and none of them REALLY did what i wanted.
so
this morning the idea occurred to me
to look into the software that comes with my domain package…
AND I FOUND IT!
… through a cheezzee corporate kinda display
but exactly what i wanted otherwise
… however
after i took the time to set it all up
it didn’t work.
frustrated as hell
i downloaded all sorts of modules
trying to figure out how to install them
and getting way over my head with Net stuff i don’t really understand
(which is alright.. most of life is over my head and i don’t really understand it..
but interracting with it actualizes me into awareness of it: Thus Understanding.)
so i muddled along
and by the time Leo was ready to go
i… wasn’t.
However
i just got to the Hermitage about an hour ago
sorted through my old APS (Advantix) photo cartridges to take into town tomorrow to get them turned into Photo CDs
when i thought i would look on line to see if i could get a cheaper deal
slow dial-up up here…
and No.
the corporate chains i’ve looked into all have the same basic price of $3.99 a CD
and that was the best i could fine on line was well
HOWEVER
in the process
i went to go look at my gallery software again
and realized that
the fuddling around i did with it earlier today turned OFF the broken module
which left one of the working ones as the only activated module…
and it worked!
so i have my test album and the first day of photos up
results at
http://www.dominicvine.net/gallery/
there will be no DSL til tuesday night in SF (if i’m lucky)
if not
wednesday night (in NYC!)
so if i can get through the rest of the albums
rotating and deleting…
i should be able to upload them all
and post them..
more here when it happens.
… tell me what you think!
it wasn’t long that i’d been in SF
before i got on the BART
something familiar
thus
exciting
riding
instantly obsessed with a large red boy
his big red beard
long copper hair
pulled back
i tried to get him to notice me
but he only glanced…
he was reading a book:
“The Eternity Artifact”
or something like that
i wanted to talk with him..
but it was a long ride out to Martinez..
the train was filled with People
with their iPods, lonely planet guide…
sitting next to a girl … reading something in “Asian”
eventually
the train was empty
and i was behind him
taking pictures…
he turned and asked me where we were…
where were we?
almost to Lafayette, which was all that was important to him..
i could have kissed him
could have rubbed his belly
and licked his apron
AnYWaY
the train got there
and the door opened
and he was on his way
— i watched him walk down the platform
and he never looked back
.. not my fault
but i missed him.
across the platform
on the other track
was a kid
he looked so cold.
sandals.
very ripped (not cosmetic) jeans
grey hoodie
pulled up
cell phone pressed against ear
fingers in the other
he talked
his thin face
looking desperate
we locked our eyes…
as the train started moving
so sadly
he waved at me
.. i waved back
and blew a kiss.
the world is filled with such lonely people
— i’m here for ya, kid.
if i have too much energy
i am fascinated by everything
and can’t get anything done
perhaps
i act how i often act
to wear myself out
so i operate tired
and must struggle to keep myself focused?
otherwise
i’m too excited to worry about focus.
i feel like i’m getting some stuff done right now
but i’m tired
“i’ve got too much energy to switch off my mind
but not enough to get myself organized”
— matt jonson
damn, i’m loving this new BSS album.
i was very fortunate to sleep so long
there was
perhaps
a little tossing and turning
but not much, really
all things considered…
but when i woke
it was about 7am, i think
well..
by the Peruvian clock
CA is three hours behind
which meant: about three hours left of the flight
it was all the shuffling around the plane..
had to pee
food came
the soggy bread rolls with melted cheese and… “ham”?
No.
Omletes.
hmmm
i drank my AirBorne Effervescents
and tried to convince myself to sleep again
pretty soon
i knew it was futile
and got out the book to finish it.
Yeah
my mind was full of holes
and here i was trying to bring the fullness of being into my presence
kinda skidding into home plate
kinda sliding under the door
it made me laugh
i’ll read this over and over again..
the light in the sky was comming on
in front of us
darkness
but behind us
the sky was fire
buring through the black
… something about light?
the gay steward
making inuendos
and winking a lot
but not at us so much
but the two older men sitting in front of us
who had just come from the National Geographic boat in Antarctica
yeah, we’re fucking pussies
yeah
he was 84..
“it’s better Together” the boy said
and we were stuck in our seats
long lines to piss
sleeping
the lights flickering on
and really
it was time to go
that is
Land.
6:30 or something
had to wait a moment
but then
really
we were there
it all went so simply
.. you know that little voice that always tells you
“you’re gonna die”
every time you do anything?
he’s always really surprised when the plane lands
but usually he keeps his mouth shut at that vital moment
coz he doesn’t want to hear
“i told you so” again.
America
(not like the continent, more like the God Given Right)
shuffling through the immigration lines
— the guy hardly looked at me when he checked me in
… but i was staring at him
his big black round face, big hands, wide belly
and the shaved head, pale skin, dark stache over there…
Jim walked passed him
making a face at me, saying ” i think i left my papers in the seat pocket on the plane ”
… they took him off somewhere
and i went to get a trolley for the luggage
got the luggage..
where is Jim?
(slight paranoia about the ayahuasca and san pedro in my bags)
Oh, there he is…
over to the..
Agricultural inspection
and
Of Course ( i fucking say , under my breath )
the guy writes a big Red A on my card… then does it to Jim’s too… coz he can see we’re together
we go over to the line
which is pretty non existant
and they ask us the questions
i say
“uh, chocolate…”
and as i’m putting my bags on the conveyor
“and some plants i brought From here… medicinal herbs, you know, from here…”
Jim, however
has his aura on full
a power that only the Mature really have of
“””THIS IS ALL FUCKING BULLSHIT: DON’T WASTE MY TIME”””
and the guy doesn’t really inspect
i doubt he even looks at the monitor
before our bags are through
he’s telling us to collect them
and we just wheel them out..
past the kid who’s exasperated
as his entire suitcase is being taken to pieces
which the big man lacsidasically saying “you know, i can show you where it says i’m allowed to…”
and the kid is saying “yes yes…” while his body is squirming like the pee-pee dance
Jim hasn’t called Gene
and his mumbling about the fucking inane bullshit inspectors
burbles into a story about when he came back from Africa
and Gene Was Right There, waiting for him
(but he wasn’t Now)
we turn the corner and start walking the ramp
and there’s Gene
Looking almost fatherly
a composed and loving large grin on his face..
i meant to have the camera out for this
… somewhere in my mind
but i was so burnt out…
they hugged and kissed
and Gene immediately tells us he was very good
and didn’t let him self get into that emotinal space..
he almost lost it with the one email i sent
telling him that Jim talked about him all the time..
right out to the car
right into the traffic
right into the LA Jams
right into 90MPH weaving between cars
cussing out each of them
…
ahh
back home
(for Jim)
i checked my voice mail
— damn, my voice sounded sleepy and blown out on that message…
i changed it (how does it sound now?)
and we got into Palm Springs about 2.5hrs after we left the airport
i thought i was going to go to sleep
but decided to copy all the pictures first
and that reunited me with my Love
(well, my computer)
and i sat at it the whole day
moving pictures around
answering emails
THINKING about finishing all my journal posting
(coz what i haven’t posted already i have hand-written in the little black book i’ve had in my pocket…
except this entry, which i’m writing from memory days later)
and trying to line up massages and bellies and the next few weeks
…
go to LA on thursday
go to SF on saturday
to go Harbin on Tuesday
Hermitage
Fort Bragg on Thursday
back to SF on Tuesday (maybe hermitage/harbin again?)
i don’t know
i can’t make plans
and don’t really solidify anything
but there are many people who want massages
though that guy here in PS flaked out already
ahhh
i’m back in california
and won’t be back in NYC til the 15th
and is it possible i’ll get a ride upstate?
looks unlikely
but it’s fine
i say i’m going to bed by 10
but it’s 10:30 by the time i peel myself off the keyboard
and make it to the teddy-bear room
knocking the bears off the bed
stacking the pillows elsewhere
turning back the covers
and settling in for a well-deserved Rest.
once again
Woke Early
but this time
with the Phone ringing…
wake up call
simple..
i did some streatching
-re-organized my things a bit
took a shower
tried to get myself Vital…
the windows were steamed up..
and i loved watching an old man with a pick hacking away at the field
held in by the rock walls..
a beautiful sunny day, yes..
but i didn’t go have breakfast this morning
ate nothing..
decided i would fast a few days
had a cup of tea
and off we went
packed into the bus
and onto the airport…
beautiful views of the city
everything rolling past
farm fields
…
there’s this old Incan style of farming
where they dug ditches and made platforms..
somehow it stops the plants from getting frosted…
do they plant them in the ditch or the platform?
i would assume the former..
but i was too tired to ask.
when we got to the airport
we got by pretty hassle-free
though none of us were seated by the windows…
and the flight had to land in Cusco before continuing on to Lima
we said good-bye to Walter and Sulema after paying our airport tax
… all of us having given them their tips…
(tips… they get paid.. but all of us gave quite a bit of money for a Tip that culminated in quite a substantial fee…)
and sat
waiting for over an hour..
there were some incredibly cute guys..
and i had got pretty burnt out on taking pictures
.. mostly, in the last few days, i’d be focusing on taking pics of guys..
thinking of sharing them with Gene..
so cute..
anyway
the flight..
i read a lot of “Power of Now”
realizing he’d done a good job of trying to destroy the world and, more so, save it at the same time.
i wondered about friend’s relationships
asked
”
how did you choose your partner?
Are you using the relationship to bring yourself to further awareness of yourself?
is your partner?
… what are you using the relationship for?
— or — what is it doing for you?
— or– what is it doing?
”
then realized that looking at something consciously to attain a goal
was missing the point
so settled back into my sleepiness
we got into Lima
and i felt a little frustrated..
in our Day Room at the hotel
i quickly ran out
to check with Jackie, our day guide
to see what had become of the Stolen Camera deal…
she didn’t know anything about it
and said she would have all the answers at the end of the day
… as she told Judy and Poncho when they asked her if they had a room for the night.. seeing that they weren’t leaving tomorrow..
so i went up stairs to use the internet: there were four different guys i’d talked with on line that i could potentially meet up with today..
but the internet wasn’t working in the hotel
so i went for a walk
for a supermarket
to see if i could find Maca…
but found an internet cafe first..
so sat there
for an hour
answering profile messages on different sites..
sending emails
.. nothing definite had come through
back to the hotel
Jim asked me where i had been..
said he was hungry
let’s go eat
i told him i was fasting
he should have eaten at the hotel restaurant..
but we went across the street
and he got a beer
and one of the most beautiful club sandwiches i had ever seen..
i haven’t eaten one in years
but when lived with my parents
it was one of my favourites..
this one was with four pieces of white bread..
but had a fried egg on top!
tortured…
i drank Manzanilla (chamomile) tea…
we saw Bob (the 77 year old) go into the wrong hotel across the street
so i ran over to correct him ( easy mistake, it was the same company, same colour building… but across the street and diagonal a bit)
he came over and had a drink (of tea) with us
and told us of his adventures
.. just left the hotel and went walking
went buying
jumped in a taxi
came back..
he showed us the things he bought…
glass and silver sculptures..
a golden llama..
i said it was time for me to go
and walked to a pay phone…
tried calling the two guys i had numbers for
… one didn’t speak english at all
and the phone cut us off quicker than i thought it would
i put in another coin
and called the other
who either couldn’t hear me well
or couldn’t understand my english
loud TV noise in the background
.. the phone disconnected us..
i walked down the block:
we happened to be staying on Avenida 28 de Julio
and four blocks from our hotel
was a gay bath house..
i took a look at it:
inconspicuous
i walked back to the hotel to try and make those phone calls again
the first guy
… didn’t connect
the second guy
he explained he had his parents over..
it was sunday, after all.
so i went out
for a walk
up to the Kenedy Park (yeah, from that guy who got shot in Texas)
some market was going on there..
i bought two change purses for 8 soles each
much nicer than the tourist stuff i’d bought already
and cheaper..
then i found a super market
and they only had Maca in pills
and i don’t like taking herbs as pills..
so i walked on..
back
down
around
… to the bath house..
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