Road to Nowhere


WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOIN’
BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHERE WE’VE BEEN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE’RE KNOWIN’
BUT WE CAN’T SAY WHAT WE’VE SEEN
AND WE’RE NOT LITTLE CHILDREN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT
AND THE FUTURE IS CERTAIN
GIVE US TIME TO WORK IT OUT

We’re on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin’ that ride to nowhere
We’ll take that ride

Talking Heads

 

We landed in Bocas overcast, tarmac wet with recent rain.  De-planed and found Ron owner of Bluff Beach Retreat.  We waited for our luggage to come but first they loaded the plane with the new luggage as ours sat in the cart and the deluge began.  Rain….  The luggage came through the hole in the wall, a guy pulled each bag through and you give him your tag.  Quickly we carried the bags to Ron’s 4 door pickup and drove to the nearest hardware store and bought a blue tarp.  Now the journey began.  We drove through town, Bates found a restroom and Debbie bought some Ibuprofen.  Ron drove us past the Smithsonian Tropical Research Institute.  The ride was bumpy, wet and well now you can see.

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