Once again I’m in transit via Miami, gateway to South America. Having charged the boat to a friend’s tending, off I go to roam this wide earth. Everywhere I pass, the voices and dreams of millions echo our common destiny. Truth is, there is really not difference between here and there. One may ask “why then constantly uproot?”; to this I rejoin it is precisely because there is no difference between here and there. In some ways, we are all strangers to this strange land. This surreal existence was only re-enforced by the beautiful sight of hundreds of fishing vessels out trawling off the shores of New Orleans – each barque flickering silently in the darkness through the plane’s window.
The red-eye flight departs soon and I’m slightly apprehensive about dropping out from sea-level to 13,000 feet; along with the severe difference in weather to be encountered on the loosely planned route has made for heavy packing. But regardless, La Paz, Bolivia awaits at the crack of dawn.