Happy Birthday to Me

With a closed door and a roof over my head, I ushered in my 39th year in somewhat of a peaceful sleep, clothes still on, and on top of the sheets. It seemed a while since I had slept. Still queazy a bit, my comfort food of chips and chocolate bar was enough. This morning, I woke up full of body aches, pains and anxiety, dizzy just overall messy. I said ¿¨what the hell its my birthday why not rest a bit?¨ so i did. for about an hour and a half, i napped, and dreamt of Tamwood school in vancouver and maywei, and woke up with the first feeling of i just woke up tiredness in forever. this not sleeping well thing is probably the biggest challenge of the trip. dreaming of bike getting stolen, people extorting me, or being violent and it´s just so ridiculous none of these things have happened except for minor extortion i.e. gringo pricing but it´s all just my subconscious fears playing out in my sleep and it wakes me up everytime i start to dream.

Of a certain dreamy song Travis O. and I used to listen to in junior high: Orinoco Flow by Enya. Yah, we were bitchin'. Never imagined I would be crossing over it sometime (didn't know even where it was), nevermind with my motorbike on the back of a tow truck (see pic above).

Oh well we all have our crosses to bear for sure. speaking of gringo prices, the owner of the bike shop that repaired my bike took me to a hotel and went in first. this will be interesting i thought. he came back out and i´m sure said seisenta cinqo. i went in and gave the guy 70 feeling smug that id give him a little graft as a thank you. he looks at the money for eternity then says ciento cinquenta. Ah hah. now its 150 bolivares. Too tired to care.