Mountain sunset leaps on the scene as the light plays through the gaps in far hills. Colours, gradually fade as the day draws into the dusky promise of rain. With a sigh the darkening sky warmly accepts days end.
Sitting alone in mountainous Boaco, Nicaragua, I’m enveloped by the onset of rain. Rain that drums and lashes its way across the roofs below me. The fine mist blowing off the roofs, fills the air, while lightening crashes silhouettes the hills that surround this beautiful town.
I sit alone, yet not in silence. The valley echoes and resounds to the marimba lilt from the bar many streets below. I ‘m enjoying the sound until I realize the incessant beat – dum dum dee, dum dum, dee – can only be appreciated in small quantities as it overpowers all other aspects of the night!
The air is fresh – unexpected in the tropics! Refreshing after various days with sweaty arms and the humidity that makes you sticky! Strangeness infiltrates the atmosphere as I ponder on the realities of being once again in this place of the unknown. Adventures form in the presence of strange new space!
Author – Bill Tidsbury