Friday, July 22, 2005

coast to coast

we're up at seven to catch the 8 o'clock bus and when we get to the road with our bags we see it hurtling towards us piled high with sacks of coconuts and luggage on the roof. in front of it is a white pick up truck with three guys in the back - it slides to a halt, engine still running do we want a lift let's go Tanga Tanga! i look back at the bus closing in remember the large pair of breasts stuck in my face for 2 hours and the clatterbang bumps of the road and the stifling heat inside the bus. I look hopefully at clrea and zach, What do you think?