Sunday, January 13, 2013


dear diary (ha..)

it's getting to be that time again for wandering this earth, i can feel the winds of change coming.  my visit to iguazu was a bit of tease and really got me back into that position of a tireless traveler walking this planet like it is mine to walk.  we've met a few friends from australia and the plan is to meet in paraguay where we can buy a cheap car.  from there we plan to drive to peru overland during the course of two months.  we will be passing through paraguay, bolivia, chile and peru where i wont leave before seeing the great inca ruins that have become so synonymous with south american travel.

thats the basic of it.  im not sure how well my access to internet will be but i'd like to document our travels with photos and musings from the long slow road.  i have a few more tricks up my sleeve for the next few weeks before we depart as well.. and they are chilly (hard to believe in the southern hemisphere's summertime right?).  we will get to that when we come.

i've felt the true meaning of simplicity overtake my soul in the last few weeks.  i write this in cut-off blue jeans with no shoes nor shirt on a hot summer day sipping ice water from a large plastic cup.  im fashionably late for work every day and i stay late.  i dont get angry when i miss the bus and i hold the attention of my conversations for double, listening not speaking much.  im entertained by the children who endlessly play football in the streets and listen to cellphone cumbia.  i like raggae, i love it.  i draw picutres and get stoned all night when i get the chance.  sometimes i cook food for my roomates and draw little cards around the house giving clues where and what to find.  i still carry black sharpes in my back pocket.

so the question is (and i never ask it) where is this all going?  i cant help but wonder what the big boss at the end of the last level will be for me.  i know this book only by chapters and have no idea where it will end.  i pray that it is a long and interesting one.

im trying to get to africa.  it is a dream of mine and has been for a long time.  it seems to be the continent that we hardly even give detail to when gazing to a large world map and that is such a shame.  this is the continent where it all began and i want to see the soil that planted those trees.

it is surreal for me that in a few weeks im going to be visiting the great glacier that ended man's earthly land-locked travels (i spilled the beans).  there is a place now called perito moreno in the south of argentina which is not unlike a great wall thus prohibitting the migration of mankind furthermore; the hunter-gatherers had found their final boundries.  it is surreal and it is SO amazing to me that we live in a time which permits us to wander in the same lifetime both to the motherland of africa and the final boundries of man's expeditions on earth.  mark my words, im going to carve the word 'AFRICA' into the ice.

i'm awake and i'm alive and i'm spiritually in sync with the same stars which have guided our ancestors long ago.  we do not live in a small world, we live in a big world which is woven with coincidence and chance.  it seems small to us only because we put things in such relative terms that are understandable for us tiny people in this vast universe.

i love you harvey duncan.  i just felt like saying that.  you get this shit.

'every man gotta a right to decide his own destiny, and in this judgement there is no partiality.' - Bob Marley

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