Thursday, November 19, 2015

Just Me and the Visaya Sea, a Motorbike and Goat named Tamale

Cruising along the other side of Boracay.  Parked under a palm.  Sat beneath thatched eaves on a little wooden bench and drank black coffee from an old Christmas mug with the handle busted off.  Chatted with locals.  Toothless fisherman mending a net.  Gaggle of old ladies nodding at me and laughing.  A little boy yanking a goat down a dirt path into the trees.  These moments... all this sweet innocence in abundance.  You have to take them when they come, don't you?

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