Imprudence my dear boy says the doctor.
Imprudence.
Irishman, your time to leave Colombia is nearly here says the soldier.
Time to leave.
My ***** are squirming as the speedboat thumps along the river.
Imprudence.
The penicillin is not working and just one more jab left.
Time to leave.
The dogs barking at the bushes drew our attention, the soldiers emerged and left without a word.
Imprudence.
We danced for the rest of the night, the whole village down to the last man.
Time to leave.
I held my palm to the cheek of a wrinkled man, and he held mine.
Imprudence.
The patrols and the plantations warned us that we were not welcome.
Time to leave.
We hiked for two days, by motorbike, on foot, and bus, our supplies swinging on a donkey.
Imprudence.
The foreigner fell in the swamp, emerging with a half baked face of minstrel mud swearing.
Time to go.
One of them is going to find out, and which of them gave it to me?
Imprudence.
One of them is going to find out and, which of them gave it to me?
Time to go.
The Rio Magdalena hurls trees down its overflowing width, we cannot travel at night.
Imprudence.
But the paramilitary village is unsafe overnight, it's risky.
Time to go.
We get into the boat, at night.
Imprudence.
No life jackets.
Time to go.
In the morning, we drink beers.
Imprudence.
Ready to move again.
Time to go.