Thursday, March 04, 2010
All engines on
I sailed from Buenos Aires, donned a backpack and headed north, never looking back. All my senses were alert, and the taste of freedom was incomparable to any other feeling in any other time. I hitchhiked everywhere, going from city to town, crossing rivers and lakes, jungles and falls. And the feeling was that of exhilarating elation. In order to survive, I started to make hippie jewelry with beans and copper strings and I would sell them as I went along. In some cases I would find a girl companion who was either running away or found in my company a good excuse to do just that.
Everybody knows that when you travel with a cute young female, your chances to get picked up grow greatly. During the trip, they would keep the drivers entertained while I slept soundly. It worked like a charm that it was. And I'm going,, getting closer and closer to the point of no return.
Brazil was everything I expected it to be. From now on ,I would have to reinvent myself and use every tool available for my survival. And what an reinvention that turned out to be. . . .