The Circumnavigator

Part 3:
The Party

A tough crowd.

"This isn't church... but it's close!"
--The MC

The parade begins.

Most nights I camped at beach parks spaced out along the island's shore. It wasn't long before I could 'read' a beach park as I approached it. Some were clearly tourist and family friendly places, easy to find, well maintained by the county government and situated near the highway. Others were nestled deep within communities, well off the beaten tourist track. As I pulled into this town I could quickly tell that this park would be one of the latter. The approach road was lined with junked cars, stray dogs running among them. But as I got closer to the park, things heated up a little.

Near the beach park a cluster of souped up imports were parked near a cluster of guys and girls dressed in bathing suits and smoking prodigous quantities of marijuana. A few of the cars had drivers revving their engines and showing off short, jackrabbit starts while peeling out of the parking lot in clouds of smoke and burnt rubber. While I stared at the spectacle the most busted vehicle I had ever seen roared out from the crowd and came straight at me, stopping alongside the driver leaned out of the broken front windshield and gave me shout:

"You coming to the party man?"


"You camping at the beach?"

"Uhhh... yeah..."

"Then you're coming to the party! Yeah!"

Pumping his fist, he roared off in a cloud of dust, unburnt fuel, and pungent weed. I just hoped he was thinking of the 'other beach', even though there was no 'other beach' that I could see.

As the sun dipped low in the sky the crowds began to gather. Picnic tables heaped in food were set up, and despite my hopes for a quiet night it was hard not to eye the feast greedily when dinner had been a can of sardines. Finally the party began as the first of the floats rolled out of town, towards the beach.

The Aftermath:

When I rolled into their town neither I or the local residents throwing the party, had any idea about the eachother's plans and yet they generously invited me to join in what was obviously a special occasion, asking nothing in return. Getting to taste authentic foods and listen to discussion and lessons about the island and its culture was perhaps the best part of my trip. It was a true adventure in meeting people and being invited into a small part of their lives.

On my way out the next day I passed the same crowd with the cars. Again the junker without the windshield raced up to me shouting:

"Yeah? Yeah? How was that man?"

"Great party! Great party!"


Ready for the feast.

No windows!

Looking back.


See the world, they
told me...

bayou goula towhead

the sea test

the circumnavigator pt5
the circumnavigator pt4
the circumnavigator pt3
the circumnavigator pt2
the circumnavigator pt1
falling dream
the darkness
one hell of a mile 3&4
he will return
the believers
the horror pt2
the horror pt1
death valley

paradise of outlaws
the mountain climbers 1&2
brought to surface
one hell of a mile 3
the lost world
inner gorge
a ghost story
the riddle
slaying the minotaur
heart of darkness
public lands
organ music
two sought adventure
the virgin river
the road north

steal the world
the end of the world
el dorado
the valley of the kings 2
the valley of the kings 1
one hell of a mile 2
one hell of a mile 1
the mountain climbers rr4
heroes rr3
rainy roadtrip 2
rainy roadtrip 1
the transgression
sinister 2
sinister 1
new chapter

like sedona?
torn in two
bridge to nowhere
the door
hitting the wall
elusive 2
elusive 1
pick up lines

revisited 2
revisited 1
which way?
lost mines
in their footsteps
a dance with death

casting the bones
mountain thief
the deer hunter
strange temple
burial pt. 3
burial pt. 2
burial pt. 1
the apparition
return to hell
the lower depths
underground lake
stretch sewer
the hidden lab
shadow movements
meager rations
sw8: the conclusion
sw7: lost gold mines
sw6: the big tubes
sw5: gold!
sw4: el calderon
sw3: redondo
sw2: ghosts
sw1: westward bound
formaldehyde dreams
the underdark
in the beginning