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28th February (Flores)
After having toured the Tikal ruins am spending the day in Flores to soak up the ambiance of this lovely [if not very heavily touristed] little island. Great to have internet cafes and expensive gringo food and beer and loads of backpackers some of whom are sporting hippie regalia. The gringo hippies are really out in force and therefore I have been struck with inspiration for another song for the American Songbook. Therefore in honour of the gringo hippies of Guatemala I have penned a little blues number (see below).
29th February (Flores – Poptun) (105km)
1st March (Poptun- Rio Dulce) (102km)
2nd March (Rio Dulce)
Decided to hang out here next to the river for the day and soak up the pool at the $10 a night ‘resort’ and take in some of the jungle scenery. There are various tours to this and that all of which are being ignored by your fatigued correspondent.
3rd March (Rio Dulce- Omoa) (142km)
Big ride across the border and into Honduras and then turned northwards up to the Caribbean coast. The road is flat enough but its hot and 142km is a big ride in this heat. At the end of the ride I park the bike against the nearest tree and dive to the Caribbean for the first time. Lovely.
Blues song for the gringo hippies of Flores (in E minor)
[Bongos, didgeridoo, fire dancer, guitar]
Now, my thinking’s kind-a hazy
But my gaze is real intense
I’m spouting spaced-out gibberish
and none of it makes sense
I got them…..
Meaningless crap spoutin’ gringo hippie in Guatemala blues
Yeah dem meaningless crap spoutin’ gringo hippie in Guatemala blues
You think its drug-addled jibber
More like Jean-Paul Sartre meets Rodney Rude
Now, I’ve given up on bathing
I’m hard on the ol’ whiffer
I’d like to think I smell like spring
But others beg to differ
I got them,….
Plain ol’ BO, bad smellin’, gringo hippie in Guatemala blues
Yeah dem plain ol’ BO, bad smellin’, gringo hippie in Guatemala blues
I blame the dog for fartin’,
But my shit-catchers’ gone and caught dem poos
[2 hour Bongo and Didgeridoo solo]
Now, I like to play the bongos
Don’t need to play ‘em well
I can play the same for hours and hours
And bore the place to hell
I got them….
Borin’, non-stoppin’, irritatin’, gringo hippie in Guatemala blues
Yeah dem borin’, non-stoppin’, irritatin’, gringo hippie in Guatemala blues
You hear a no talent loser,
I hear Mozart’s symphony for bongo and didgeridoos…
[another hour of bongo solo]
Now, I’ll sell you bits of crystal
They got a mystic aura
The power to make me more the rich
And you the more the poorer
I got them…..
Floggin off chipped-glass-crap gringo hippie in Guatemala blues
Yeah dem floggin off chipped-glass-crap gringo hippie in Guatemala blues
[Repeat ad nausium ad infinitum]