With a mad rush and an outstretched hand, the above was secret Indian language for greetings from the other side. I miss you. You feel like years ago.
Brazil feels like years ago.
We slept on hammocks on the river boat. I guess that was it for the Amazon. The blacks, he says moved in after the whites built it up and discovered gold. But five minutes of listening to him was more than I could take, so I punched him out. Sorry for all these super, long adjectives and for sounding so bitter but computers do this to me.