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I don't get it that so many people in Iquitos, foreigners and locals alike, get so nervous that their worlds are turned upside down. What's not to love about that? Total chaos is something one seldom has a chance to experience, and when it occurs, it's such a great mix-up of the mind that when it finally settles, nothing is ever the same again. All the rusted and crusty anchors are lost, and the chains drag along freely as if there will never be an end to the drifting from one strange port to the next if one even ever finds shelter from the flowing river of confusion in the darkness as the rudderless ship of ones life is storm-tossed and one lives with the thrill of being washed overboard as one slides feet first, belly down across the slick wood of a skewed deck, scratching slimy wooden planks with broken fingernails in the mad hope of stopping the slide over the rails of ones own boundaries and faces a drowning embrace in the cold and alone of life.
'WOW. I'm going to die.'
To read the rest of this story, please turn to the following link;
http://www.amazon.com/Iquitos-
A gentle reminder that my book, An Occasional Walker, is available at the link here:
http://www.amazon.com/Occasional-Walker-D-W/dp/0987761501/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1331063095&sr=1-1
And here are some reviews and comments on said book:
http://nodhimmitude.blogspot.com/2012/04/dagness-at-noon.html
