Nica Storey
Belize
An old school yellow school bus jostles down the road playing Bob Marley to the tick of the carribean landscape. Ocean and palm trees, mangroves and manta rays. The bus rattles its cage as the engine bumbles along the rocky outstretched path. Terradactyl-like birds soar overhead.
Mango and Papaya lie in the sun's heat; island dogs. They tick to the island time, as slowly as if their an icecube melting in the sun's scorching heat. The scatterings attack of the heat inside your thoughts.... a moment of reflection. The machete against the coconut, the noise of angry paradise.
"I'm participating with the people muther fucker." -Star
El Salvador
The salty El Zonte breeze floats by me. Humanity on the brink of the elements, water and air. The waves break around me, prickling my skin with their turbulence. Exhale and feel the ocean pound you. The dangers of pounding surges lay ahead...
Cuba
Cigars waft through the air of an old rustic room. We are in in a castle that peacocks roam. The sound of salsa dancers feet float into the streets drifting through Habana. The image is what you see the words become the expeierence.
"Waste not, want not." - Che G