Where the sendero ends...

Sideways and thruwards,
Forwards and onwards

There were jungles, beaches, and leaf-cutter ants,
Sand in my ears, backpack, and pants

Sunburns on my chest in the forms of Picasso,
This pace - our minds- we cannot slow

We drank the juice from a coconut husk,
and ate jungle fruits on the beach at dusk

Corals, fish of rainbow colors in great sums,
Could anyone in right mind be caught in the doldrums?

The heat was oppressive and the humidity high,
We fought the ocean´s current, thought we might die

Golden monkeys their throaty calls we did hear,
In our hearts´ was a little feeling of fear

We crossed to Venezuela, a "Little Venice",
The poverty, crime, and danger we could not miss

Finding a hostal, alot we did spend,
In this country, paying lots of money seems to be a trend

"Gringo, Gringo, Gringo," he called,
The look on my face was less than entralled

Where I came from, where I´m going - I have a vague notion,
Feeling in need of some regular motion

To Caracas we go, on a road by the sea,
The final stop on this long journey.