Parting Ways

Jeremy woke up one blurry-eyed morning and gazed at the bicycle he once knew. It stood there motionless...still motionless after 3 weeks of collecting dust and rust. He didn`t even know who the Rooster was anymore. It had become just a bike once again. And then there was Trudy (Chad´s bike). She laid there, a yellow heap of metal, that was once the pride and joy of Chad`s bicycling life. And speaking of Chad. The three of them had not seen Chad for 3 days. The last they heard, he was off at a drag show with some transvestite named Darla while smoking camel lights and making an attempt to buy a plane ticket back home. Who knows what happened to Chad. Now I don`t believe in too much of what Christianity is all about, but I do believe in Satan. And he`s a pudgy, tequila-slammin´, coke addict who lives in Puerto Vallarta and sells timeshares to the elderly, while staying out till 6am every morning shooting pool. Not a bad guy. But I´d had enough of him and decided to take a water taxi to Yelapa and enjoy the tranquil waters over there. Yelapa was a town without electricity until 2 years ago and there are no roads to get there. Everybody arrives by boat. It still has maintained its charm, even with electricity, but get there soon cause the 10-star hotels are coming. So after a couple days of lying on a beach (without my tent cause I forgot the tent poles), it was back to PV to see if Chad was still alive and to try and make our escape. Luckily I found him, and today he is on a flight home while I will be heading out tomorrow morning. So after 3 weeks in PV, Jeremy and Chad have somehow managed to disentangle themselves and move on with their lives. Chad is on his way back to the States due to something called responsibilities while Jeremy is continuing solo down to Panama. It`s a sad day but the trip must continue. Stay tuned and Happy Holidays!