Twelve days on the isthmus,
trudging through the gap,
we sliced & diced
vines along the trail,
through a world all its own.
Iguanas & butterflies
accompanied us,
along with the tarantulas,
toucans & monkeys.
Everything was in tune,
nature at its finest.
But the bearded-dudes
we encountered
seeemed way out of place,
different from the nature
that was around us.
They were unusually
focused, out of touch
with their long line
of saddlebagged-mulas
& fully-packed mochilas.
The automatic weapons
& machetes finished
off the picture
of these serious hombres,
the runners of the jungle.
We traded Marlboro's
& Johnny Walker Red
for some tea & sugar
& they waved us on by,
gave us safe passage
into Colombia.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
Twelve days on the isthmus,
trudging through the gap,
we sliced & diced
vines along the trail,
through a world all its own.
Iguanas & butterflies
accompanied us,
along with the tarantulas,
toucans & monkeys.
Everything was in tune,
nature at its finest.
But the bearded-dudes
we encountered
seeemed way out of place,
different from the nature
that was around us.
They were unusually
focused, out of touch
with their long line
of saddlebagged-mulas
& fully-packed mochilas.
The automatic weapons
& machetes finished
off the picture
of these serious hombres,
the runners of the jungle.
We traded Marlboro's
& Johnny Walker Red
for some tea & sugar
& they waved us on by,
gave us safe passage
into Colombia.
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