When easy is good/Auditorium of the mind

Back when I used to work for the government, I found myself as do many, doing a job that ate away at y soul and provided me with just enough money to put off buying the rope to hang myself and buy a beer instead. I was lucky enough to ditch the job but the memories remain. Me and the boys spent most of the time playing darts and we reckoned that although we were extremely good we would never make it professionally because we were simply not fat enough. Without the infamous beer belly no one would take us seriously and who would blame them. For the rest of the time we did what we were paid for and did it well, we painted walls. The colour was always the same, Magnolia was the name. Sounds almost exotic I know, but let it not fool you, it was akin to vomit, a murky grey/white/yellow vomit. Magnolia was way too fancy sounding for any upstanding Yorkshire man, so we called it Maggy.

What colour are we doing this one, Scarlett Pink?
Looks like I left Scarlett back at the office, Maggy will have to do.

I half convinced it was a mind control tool, one of those subtle suggestions that whisper to your sub conscious while you are watching T.V. Hey you have a boring mundane life, thats why you are renting this crappy concrete container from us, your life has no colour, why should your walls?

Steady on.

It is in Panama that I find myself searching for Maggy, albeit this tie she has a 1/5 of a wall deep red partner. The building is home to big red vehicles that carry water and men in boots who spend a lot of time, passing time. We know them as firemen, here they are called Bomberos. Im not yet sure of the significance of the word as it has nothing to do with fire, but as words go, it is one close to my heart, and here is why…..

The Question is always the same
Can I camp here?
The answer comes easily
Yes, go around back

Its almost too easy, the day that started so many pedals,
songs,
rests,
faces,
hills,
holes,
swallows,
waves
&
smiles
all come to an abrupt but most definitely needed swift end.

Sometimes easy is good, especially when night is falling and all I want is a safe place to crawl into my tent, say goodbye to the world, hello to the night sky and sleep.

I just got upgraded from outside to the Teatro Auditorium Comandante Sergio V Guervara E, I can sleep on the stage or on the floor, floor it is then. Stages remind me of drama class, assemblies and doing y best not to step foot on one. With a little over 100 chairs facing me I wonder, If those seats were full and I had to talk, what would I say?

Well, firstly I would ask them if they knew why I was being followed by frogs? Last night one was croaking right outside my tent, it was the first time I have ever thought about strangling a frog. I left my slightly damp oases, stepped in shit, got bitten by ants, threw stones and whacked around my machete on the rocky ground in an attempt to make noise, all the while hoping this guy was not poisonous and luring me into a trap. After all this he still came back to haunt me,why?
Now, a whole mountain range away, state even, I walk into this auditorium and the only thing here, trying to play it cool under a chair in the corner is a huge frog, why?

Why is the $ used in panama?
What makes these biscuits so intense? Thats what they claim, taste like standard artificial crap to me.

Do you know what a butterfly symbol on a road sign means?

Why, Why, Why are the roads so steep in Panama? They make me wanna cry?

Whats with all the Jehovah witness churches?
Why are all the store owners of Korean/Chinese/Asian Heritage?

Why does it always seem like they are swearing when they switch from Spanish to their native tongue?

How the frigg did a staple get stuck in my hair?
How did my Ipod not break earlier when I left it in my shorts whilst washing them in a waterfall?

Is there really a huge rain cloud over the whole of Panama right now?
Does everyone keep chickens to keep the lawn trim or for food or even entertainment?
Why do dogs almost kill themselves just to chase me?
How did i get sunburnt on y back in only a few hours?
Why is it so hot here even when it rains?

Is it time to finally buy a new pair of sandals?
Who the heck stole my 5fingers and underwear?
Why did i make an excuse when the cop asked me why i dodged the roadblock?
Why is what I want to do, less important than what the cops want me to do?
Why did I get stuck behind a lorry on a crappy high wooden bridge causing the immigration office to close and 4 hours of hassle the following morning?

Why are most backpackers I come across complete idiots?
Why do bicycles in Panama need a license plate?
Is it safe to drink water from waterfalls as a rule?
How is it that machetes are cheaper than a meal?

I guess I dont need an auditorium or 100 warm bums on chairs. I am always with my imaginary audience and it is this audience to whom I speak my mind, they are faithful, if at times short on answers.

For this I am grateful though as there is always the dream that tomorrow may bring some answers.

What would you say?

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