Homeless, jobless, and away from civilization for weeks at a time, it is the little LUXURIES that keep us safely nestled to the bosom of consumerism-based society.
What LUXURIES do I speak of?
Comfortable seating? Nope.
Socializing? On a good day we didn't have to talk.
The company of exotic women? We didn't see a woman under 40 for three weeks.
Long showers? We rarely had enough water to DRINK. Three weeks without a bath... check the hair.
Alcohol? We ran out three miles South of Playa De Caca. I found myself singing hymns from childhood after 18 days of forced sobriety.
Electricity? The generator works "when it feels like it"... just like us. I guess that's fair.
Music? Mac's ukelele rendition of "Wish You Were Here" is heartwrenching... but only the first 300 times you hear it. These albums saved our lives.
Food? Bingo.
Max set off exploring in hopes of a few hours of solitude. The king of all crabs led him to a lobster trap on the other side of the mountain. Now we eat well.
Plus, a man can only stomach so much oatmeal.
Our cooking methods left a bit to be desired but dankness was achieved.
Big things went down in the middle of writing this post. So its done.
I'll explain.