Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Foot is still swollen and seeping. Feels ok though. I'm going to try and get a bed in an ocean-side hostel and lay in a hammock until Sunday when I fly out.
Nothing lasts, so I'll leave a description up to your discretion.
I'm on a journey with no destination. The path is constantly changing direction but there are always adventures to be had. "Never" and "always" have left my lexicon.