The Final Walk

Part 1

I sit in Vientiene
Mulling over more adventurs that can be counted on two hands.
Girls, Boys and Ancient wonders-
I smile for none of it was bland.
Sure im penniless, dirty and thirsty,
but perhaps these are by-products of an amazing journey.
Four Kilometres from the airport it appears I shall walk-
But I would trade the 5 dollar tuk tuk ride for many of the conversations I have talked.
Eva, the French girl whose five minute chat had been filled with grandour and wonder,
these memories are irreplaceable,
and the slight level of discomfert was certainly worth their nature.
Oh dear!-
Are these clouds looming?
Thunder plagued with promises of ruin?
Perhaps we shall see-
in the time that comes-
but for right now the apple in my bag gives hope for the mightly final lunge.
And so off down the road...off we set,
for the looming period of transit in Bangkok fills me with dread.
Perhaps I shall write poems dark and sinister-
like an evil lady-
like a spinster.
Ho-Ho! To be young in this world fills me with glee-
for at the end of the day we are young...and we are free

Part 2

Off down the road and towards the gloom I stride,
but the fact that I can smile fills me with pride.
The heavens slowly open and on my cheek she begins to trickle,
slowly she falls-
the night she becomes visible.
What!
Who is that in the distance!
What surreal path has lead to this meaningfull existance?
Oliver!- James, Leo and Adam shout from down the road-
for these are some of the best people,
blessed is the backpack- are we not all somehow lost in its mighty code?
Last left in Cambodia...but now one final goodbye,
Though I know I will see them in the future-
for James-blessed in his words and prose will surely join the rest at the end of the year,
the adventure beginning again halfway around the globe.
Adu Adu and goodbye for now-
for we all smile and the planes light the sky,
looking northwards-
the ever amazing
POWWWW!