|John; Fort Lauderdale and Jellyfish, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette|
|John; Bus Ride, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette|
Our Spanish was pathetic at best, and what better way to start our adventure then to take a bus from San Salvador to Barra de Santiago. People were extremely friendly, even with the details of "that is where they kill people". An elderly man points to the location out the window.
|Traverse; El Imposible, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette|
Memories of the jungle consist of ice cold rivers, oppressive humidity, and eating pupusas in the back of a pickup truck speeding down the highway. The jungle is a beautiful place.
|John; Barra de Santiago, 2011 © Traverse Day Robinette|
I would surf and John would read. When I came back to shore he would say "You were really far out, there had to be sharks where you were at", and then catch me up on his discoveries of Patti Smith. One night phosphorescence washed up on the beach. As we ran, our footprints in the sand would flash green for an instant. I felt like a child in a picture book where anything was possible.