Waking up to the sound of garbage trucks out my front window marks the final stage in my journey home. Starting with an overnight drive from jungle to city, the last 24 hours have seen a steady progression, or perhaps re-gression, during which I have traded fresh air for airports and hammock for hustle.
Nevertheless I am glad to be back mainly so I can get down to business and work out my plans for an extended return this winter.
Posted by pike at October 14, 2003 11:09 AMHey Perry, visited Dominical and surroundings? I just remember Mrs. Allard house... Send pictures...
Posted by: mario at October 16, 2003 03:29 PMhi perry how was the surfing? send me a mail
Posted by: israel at October 16, 2003 10:30 AMSo I guess your well rested for hockey on Friday.
See you there.
So how was the surf you lucky bastard!!!!???
Ian
Posted by: Ian at October 14, 2003 03:01 PM