Once upon a time, in Panama, I lived in a hut by a little red chair...
And the first thing I saw every morning was pretty much:
Now I'm back in the land of green vegetables and undamp air and keyboards that work, the land where you just go ahead and flush your toilet paper right down the toilet along with everything else and never wonder where it ends up, the land of airports rich with magazines and food, the USA. I miss my island paradise, even though it gave me dreadlocks and scurvy. I will report all details of the trip "very soon," but first I must eat salad and vitamins and wash all my clothes and dry off.
I am very tan.