If you’re more of a picture book sorta person, or perhaps you’re eager for a vacation from the inane babblings of Backpacker Moto, or maybe you just like your eggs in one basket, this page has all the photos from all the galleries from my recent South American sojourn. Chronologically, they begin with the first days of my trip and conclude with a full volume finale.
I am eleven years old, sitting on our back porch surrounded by five pairs of my father’s leather work shoes. Next to me is a box, filled with various jars of polish, soft brushes, leather conditioners, and clean rags.
This is one of my regular monthly chores: to clean the oil and grease from his shoes, then condition and polish them to his standards. His unfair high standards, I fume. And when I am done with all his shoes, I do my soccer cleats, which are expected to be cleaned and buffed with a new coat of polish after each and every Saturday game.
The chain and sprocket were broken. My detour through quiet residential streets, seemingly clever at the time, was now a serious detriment to my mission. The gazillions of cabs that had been trying to run me down were now nowhere to be seen, they logically patrolling only the major thoroughfares. It was 4:25 PM, tonight’s event would begin straight up at 8 o’clock.