Pictures of Tuesday’s event will be up soon!
The long grey eternity of limbo on the river has eaten into the traveler’s brain like an infestation of invisible jungle termites by the time the boat finally reaches its destination. End of the line. He steps like a sleepwalker off this floating Purgatory onto a clattering dock crowded with boxes and bundles and pigs and chickens and people, all clamoring all around like overgrown ants of inscrutable purpose. The traveler walks away from the riverboat, his watery home for weeks now, to finally resume his travels by land. He walks away from the chattering wooden dock, swatting at the living cloud of tiny mosquitoes that intensifies its devouring activity as the day slips feebly into night like a drowning man’s final gurgle.
Jonathan’s dulled senses guide him like a water-logged compass along a primitive street now, aimless, sweaty, dirty, exhausted, stumbling forward, unconsciously swatting, swatting impotently at the intermittent alien humming in his ear as invisible insect predators battle each other for his poor weak life blood. Larger insects, millions of them, billions, trillions, more insects then grains of sand of all the deserts on all the planets of time are buzzing and rattling and chirping and singing and twittering in a mad blood-thirsty riot, a depressing dirge of the infinite malarial swamps surrounding this god-forsaken fly-spot on a moldy map of hell’s forgotten regions. Too tired to think, too tired to breathe, the traveler staggers like a broken war-battered refugee down a muddy road of primative thatched-roof buildings and huts.
damn right. never easy to go through the birthing process. This whole section is the ultimate saving grace.