Towards the end of a visit, I sort through high points, low points, things that didn’t work out, things that went well.

If you keep a journal, write a blog, take photos, or go with someone, you have a way to remember what happens. Traveling solo is tricky because you get off the beaten track, waste time and energy, spend needlessly, don’t see or do things you should. You miss the pleasure of other’s company.

This morning, on a wall in a local coffee shop, just under the  cash register, is comic strip wallpaper. The strips are a series of square boxes with pictures and dialogue in each square. This comic strip features a hard boiled detective and gangsters.

Scotttreks tells its story the same way as this comic strip, one post at a time, one square at a time.

It doesn’t take a detective to feel a difference between Uruguay and Costa Rica.

Uruguay seems more civilized, more geometric, cooler, more European.

Costa Rica is jungle and monkeys with ancient God’s with forked tongues and curving beaks.

Costa Rica is one of nature’s great incubators. Uruguay is pasture.

When I look back at my trips, they don’t always look the same as they are written up.

I’m guessing that since I change, my memories should change with me, and  not always in the same direction.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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