Under the almost yellow sun

I was not meant to go fishing today.
Although I had planned on it, and was expecting
to be picked up at 12 in front of his house,
the sea chose to frighten us all away. Maybe tomorrow,
we were all able to communicate in
our various languages. The rain has been
randomly interrupted today by what seems
to be an almost yellow sun. These swell
sips of hope were not enough to calm
the terrible sea. We were not meant to go
fishing today in the deep, unsympathetic
water. I'm stuck on the island again with
the traffic, heat and myself... I
might just go eat lunch... again.
Spicy... everything is spicy these days:
-trysts with the sea
-my relationship with my girlfriend
-decorating our house
-every meal I eat
-the weather

Might just go fishin' tomorrow. If the waves aren't too crazy.

I'm the only foreigner in this little village, but within a 15 minute ride on the motorbike I can find many, many more. Not that I want to; I'm quite content where I am. I have made unexpected friends with a few 'local boys'. It's very satisfying in a sort of non-commital and carefree way. I can wander out of our little shack in just a towel to the 'corner shop' and have a few beers just before ten. Then everyone goes home to their wives and families. It's just what I need right now. As well, I can hop on the bike and go as fast as possible down paved roads leading to nowhere in the jungle and end up nowhere just the same but come home feeling like I've just been somewhere... This will all surely change once I get a job and start teaching again. I will enjoy this well needed holiday. I will go fishing in the tropical sea. I will go as fast as I can on the bike. I will eat the most spicy foods I can find. I will laugh, jest and elaborate on everything with my girl. I will I will I will I. Time to get away from this computer.