Excuse me if my words seem slurred, but the riviera is really getting to me. All day in that dry mediteranean heat, subsisting on feta, olives and gin is making my head wooly. Everything is bright and smooth with no details readily apparent. I have no thoughts, or agenda. I am not sure I even exist. The only thing that I know is real is the ( Read more... )

After hacking our way through miles of fetid swamp we came to the edge of a staggering ravine. I realized we were not deep in the valley but rather sitting precariously on its lip. As night swept over us, we witnessed a bewitching sunset which stole my soul. The natives may be getting restless, I can see their smoke rising white againgst the ( Read more... )