Big island.
day1: argued with some hippy christians, got bother by some meth heads [having not washed my clothes for over a month was looking a little dishevelled, which for some reason homeless people and smackheads think you must be their friend because you smell like them. no].
night1: found myself a spot between a wall and a bush in a sort of disused industrial estate. woke up to two big [possibly] mexican boys arguing about 2metres away from me. there was no reason why anyone would come back in the bushes so i totally shat myself, they kept shouting at each other and say 'how much you want?' in english. i just kept my head down and some how they didnt see me. when they left i packed all my shit up and legged it down abit till i got a sweet spot under a tree. got to sleep and woken up by an alarm going off on one of the warehouses, 5mins later the police come and are checking all the doors. bit more scary and back to sleep. woken up a 3rd time by sprinklers. didnt get too wet so back to sleep. then woken up by epic jets of water soaking me to the fucking bone. cest la bastard.
day2: washed my clothes [and spent the rest of the day sniffing them in delight] and met a dude from the marshall islands, total legend and told me about an exchange program is country run where you go live there and teach english. might hit it. then got some awesome 90's short shorts and even better sunglasses [which i lost within a day [3rd pair so far]]. crusied around some super nice beaches and met a girl from cornwall with fake boobs.
night2: slept on supreme beach. good night if my toe hadnt been trying to explode.
day3: hospital. injections. puss. new toe. then went to see food inc at the local theatre. super good doc about the food we eat. a major must watch. checked into a hostel, the lady behind the counter told me to have a shower after being rather reluctant to let me in.
future: crusing. resting my foot. who knows.
xx
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