Monday, December 8, 2008


Touched land in yet another, god-forsaken port.  Luanda is shanty towns, dirt roads, footpaths, skyscrapers and highly oxidized sandstone cliffs, all in one glance.   It has a distinct smell and the sun bleeds red from the dust as it sets over the dirty waters of the harbor.  Blood, to seal the promise of a long, hot tomorrow.  Peace

1 comment:

Mr. Bud said...

It sounds pretty interesting by the picture your already painting.

Who's touring the ship?

warm front here. We're up to 23 deg F. I'll send snow pics to help cool ya down...