Thursday December 25th, 2003
Everyone is drunk. Going on two days straight. We get a lot of visitors. Most asking for money, some just wishing us well. The days activities consist mostly of preparing food, getting water, and sitting around. David, a random american who is in town waiting for his friend before they go on a pirogue trip of their own.. although much more ambitions than our two day forray... stops by. We have a great, and extended chat. He is a writer… or aspiring. I have no idea.. but he is smart, and likes talking about abstract and large ideas. This is my christmas present.. a totally pretentious discussion with someone who comes from the same context as I do.. and doesn’t have a simplistic view of right and wrong. Anne is making gin and tonics. I drink and talk for a few hours with David. We cover politics (at the macro level), society, human existance, art, history… every pretentious utterly useless topic there is. It was like scratching an itch. By the time I kick him out, and return to paying attention to my other guests, it is almost dinner time. George is invited as well. We have a 5 course meal. It is fantastic. Two bottles of wine, one, actually good, the other descent. Salad with goat cheese to start. A squash soup with bacon on top. Porcupine curry. Vegitables with melted cheese on top, Fried bananas with melted chocolate on top for desert. They all go to bed early, as their bus leaves at 4am in the morning. I stayed up to put together a short video, that I burned to CD for them as a memento of their jungle trek… I worked until 2am on it… and got up at 4 to see them off.