Staying with the Wizard

—–>This is a backdated post. Currently, I am in Iztapa, Guatemala  sleeping surrounded by the ocean on three sides. Life is good.

My first week at Lago Atitlan was spent in Panajachel. Two nights I slept in a half-built casitta belonging to a friend of a member of Pedal South. The third night I camped at Hostel Sotz. The fourth night I slept on a volcano and the fifth I once again camped at Hostel Sotz.

A bouncing boat whisked me and my bike to San Marcos where I was told to find the white bearded wizard. Merlin turned out to be easy to find. We needed only to ask a man with dreadlocks. He lives there too and guided us to the house on the hill.

Merlin’s house and the people who stay there are quite interesting and not the type of folks your likely to meet in ordinary life. Unless you happen to be a social worker or rehab counselor that is. Kidding! Please don’t hate me đŸ™‚

My body calls forth begging me to move. The urge arises from deep within my spine. Primal in origin, my brain fights to resist wishing to remain in the comfort it has found. Often does my body request only to be denied by my brain out of laziness or fear to set forth.

And so I sit on my makeshift bed on the straw strewn floor of Merlin the White bearded wizard’s yard. Music drifts from the house; a pile of hippies cuddled, spooning on the floor singing to the tune of the guitar played by a nearly naked girl dressed in a see through dress with nothing underneath. —-Journal Entry 4/03/2015

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