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3 23 Orion
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We eat breakfast under a tree. The sea is as high as ever. The waves are smaller. We eat pancakes and fruit.
Alison and Jason go for swim. I write notes. We pack.
Jason goes to the bar. He books a taxi to meet us at the bridge. It is a grey car. It is driven by Chico. Chico is an older guy. The hotel lady asks us not to take a different taxi. If we do then Chico will not trust the hotel lady again.
Jason asks the hotel owner for the student card. We look at it. It is a lame fake. The dope may be Polish. He is not a student. We have his credit card.
We walk to the bridge. On the bridge 2 gringos take photos of each other. Alison knows one of them. The other wears a teeshirt. It is green. It says I swear to drunk I'm not god. He is Irish.
We wait by the bridge. We wait a long time. A taxi comes. It is not grey. It is not Chico. We wait some more. The sun is fervent. We wait in shade. Another taxi comes. It is red. It is not Chico. The driver slams the boot. It slowly yawns. He slams it again. It yawns. He jiggles and slams. He drives off. His boot lid waves.
A giant truck rumbles down the road. The road is wide enough for one VW Bug abreast. The truck manoeuvres back and forth. It makes soot and carbon monoxide. It reverses and wiggles. It works itself around. It drives back up the road.
Another taxi comes. It is not Chico or grey. We get in. The taxi rocks and rolls. The road doubles stream-bed. The giant truck is stopped. Workmen stand. We rock and roll past inch perfect. We belly-scrape and wheel-arch into the town. We get off at the port.
Guatemalans besiege us. Jason asks for a launch. Besiegers point. We talk with the anointed one. He will meet us here at 14:00. He will take 500Q to take us to Texan Bay.
We stand in fusion-star mash. Alison and Jason want to eat nearby. I have my heart set on Tilingo Lingo. It is the other side of town. Alison and Jason humour me. We walk in short-wave infrared. Photons dance off walls.
We order. We wait. Jason and I drink mojitos. They taste faintly of lime juice. The mint is black with green bits. We wait. Jason has ceviche. Alison has omelette. I have curried shrimp. Stay with what you know.
I see two Australian girls backpack past. One is barefoot. The asphalt is gooey with wave-particle duality and super-collider energies. I hear frying feet.
We walk up the hill and down to the port in sun sear. We find our boatman. We launch up the canyon. Pelicans scatter. Floating plastic bobs in our wake.
Sailing boats flock on the lake near Texan Bay. Orion waits at anchor in the bay. Andy orders the boatman to dock on the starboard side. He is unsmiling. He is Captain Bligh. The dinghy is tied up on the port side.
We are back on board. A regatta finishes on the lake. Other boats come into the bay. They anchor in poorly-chosen points. Andy judges distances and thinks about changing winds.
A Liverpool registered ketch chugs in vaguely. It moors too close. They broke their staysail. The sails are not furled but messed. Captain and crew lower the dinghy from its divots. They get into the dinghy. They motor off to the bar. The ketch swings at anchor. Its sails rumple in mess. This would not happen on Orion.
It is afternoon. We swim. The water is deep jade green and full of organic fuzz. The forest and the reedbeds surround us. We are cool.
Andy drives the dinghy around river ways. We explore narrow channels. We see Guatemalan houses and fishermen. We see girls washing clothes. We see women cooking. We sip Jason's cocktail with ice in cold mugs. We see a backhoe digging a parking lot. The new parking lot is in front of a big house. The house is in clearfell.
We putter back to Texan bay. Jason has control. We go to the bar. Andy remembers Sandy. Sandy does not remember Andy. Sandy is alcoholic. She is covered in tattoos. She is blutered.
We sit on the grassy bank. We drink beers. Light fades. We dinghy back to Orion. The crew of the Liverpool ketch have not returned. The sails are still messed. Alison and Jason and Andy prepare supper. We eat guacamole, coleslaw and rice. The men eat chicken breasts. We drink wine.
Andy dives in. We swim. Andy encourages Alison and Jason to dive from the deck. Alison gets water in her ear. It hurts. Andy says diving again will clear it. She jumps. It is worse.
We discuss education and raising kids. The Liverpool crew return. They go below.
We go to bed at 11.
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