Christmas came and went just as any other day. I woke up to the sounds of dogs barking, horns honking and the hotel owner yelling at the cleaning staff. A swim and a run along the beach was my Christmas morning. I expected the beach to be empty but it wasn’t, later in the day the beach became crowed and if it had not been for the occasional person wearing a Santa hat I would have forgotten it was Christmas.
I met an American couple walking along the beach. “Aren’t you lonely being by yourself on Christmas” she asks me. I may be by myself but I am not alone; there are people thinking of me and I am thinking of them. Thanks to the gifts of modern technology, I was able to communicate with the people who mattered.
I took the time to wash, inspect and repack my bike. I think I found the cause of the noise I was hearing, a minor detail and easy to fix. I am surprised by how little I carry. I look at some of the backpackers walking by, so overloaded they have trouble walking upright, and wonder what they could possibly be carrying. They don’t need tools or spare parts, and many of them look like they don’t change clothes all that often, so what could they have in those giant packs. Keep it simple, you don’t need much when you travel, what you think you need you won’t and what you need you will have forgotten but can be bought locally.
I am going to need clothes soon; I have lost a lot of weight, healthy food, exercise and fresh air, that’s all. I think about the suits and ties’ hanging in my mother’s closet and wonder when I will put one on again. Hopefully it is for a fun occasion, but I will need to find a tailor first to take in the waist. If I can find a welder to weld aluminum in the middle of nowhere I think I can find a tailor, I don’t worry about these things much anymore.
Christmas dinner consisted of two bananas, a papaya and three mangos. The lady selling the fruit told me that mangos were good for my penis, I ate them first.