A gonzo, haphazard account of my life on the road and living off the grid on an island in Bocas del Toro, Panama.
Friday, May 14, 2010
What the hell is that?
Hirsute, swarthy, filthy, sweaty, muscular with a very disturbed appearance. His bloodshot and yellow eyes tracked me as I crossed the street to avoid him.
No comments:
Post a Comment