well tomorrow i hop to the airport of bogota and if all goes according to plans and hopes, i should be back safely in chicago a twinkle before midnight and wednesday morning. i just wanted to dedicate this little post to ships. big ships, little ships, and the best ships. friendships.
(es un chiste)
alright, so my time in colombia has been more than phenomenal. i will be leaving this palace of a nation with many new friends, a few old friends, and piles of friends awaiting me in chicago. ah yes, the good life.
two of my best mates in all the world, in one little city. bboy benjo hailing from chicago (living in the bog-town) and felipe, a true colombian coffee man (from bogota).
this photograph is one felipe took. ask ben for the story. im not sure i can tell it openly. email him at ben.jorian@gmail.com I am certain he will happily share the background for a photo so great. take a good look at his face and then look at mine. yup, his lips tell it all. good ole strong man ben passed out in my arms. like a nancy. ah yes, but as a good friend i was there to hold and cradle his lifeless body.
and felipe. what a lad. what can i say about a guy who let me crash his throne for a month and a half, eat all his food, and flirt with his maid? truly, a marvelous specimen of a man.
so yeah, sure this post is a little more sappy and beat that the usual explosion of neat things and interesting reads, but meh! and so it goes.
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