Lapsed Modernist

from: anthrochica
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I just got back from the rainforest and my arms are covered in bites. I think these little spiders bit me. Either that or the lemon ants. I hate insects. Also this bird, fuck, I am blanking on what it's called in English, but it's the one with the irridescent eye on the tip of its feathers, you know the one I am talking about? Pheasant? Peacock? Anyway, it stabbed me in the nose, and during an interview a monkey shat on my informed consent form.

Also the four-wheel on the ride from Cotacocha to Puyo had no shocks to speak of, but excellent radio reception. Believe me when I say I wish it were the other way around. But since it wasn't, at least I get to share with you the songs that I listened to until I begged for the radio to be turned off:

Bryan Adams: (Everything I do) I Do It For You
John Lennon: Imagine
Def Leppard: Pour Some Sugar On Me
Bryan Adams: (Everything I Do) I Do It For You,
Queen: We Will, We Will Rock You
Led Zeppelin: Stairway to Heaven
Will Smith: Welcome to Miami
Bryan Adams: (Everything I Do) I Do It For You

Yes, it was all the same station.