Agent fishers retirement home.

Trip Start Feb 03, 2010
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Trip End Apr 15, 2010


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Flag of Brazil  , State of Rio de Janeiro,
Saturday, February 20, 2010

If agent fisher from prison brake retired and took a job in the contry, perhaps becaus he had to hid from the goverment in a contry were there durisciction woulent reach him then paraty is were he would setal, i thought of this as i looked at my hostel host. He had fishers face but run to aging pornch hood. I spent that morning before preparing to go the docks were my boat would be leaveing from. He told me about how he came to settle in paraty. Having backpacked sinces he was 16 he ended up working in a air port as an engier on some of the 747s in rio air port. It was after two year without vacation that his boss told him to take some time off and that he would cover the next few flights that 'agent fisher" should have been working. While on holoday the plane he was working on fell out the sky taking with it his friends and his boss. So he took it as a sine that he needed to stay in paraty.

           In a way paraty has a strange, oups how id I end up hear kind of feel to it. Like you know there are plenty of people there who just sort of stayed. It would be esay to imagin.

            I followed agent fisher through the old town of paraty, bilt by the freemasons in the 15th centry it was full of symbols and querky little secrets. The cobstone streets were full of horse drawn carages (as cars canot drive in the old town for practical and toristic reasons, the town relies hevely on horses) opend out onto the peer.

            The peer had little coconut stands and men carrying polostirean boxes full of ice and beer. All along the peer were little boats about 15 feet that could be rented for a day trip. They werefull of coulerfull cutions and brightly panted ornait woodwork. Like gipsy caravans boobing in little rows. At the end of the peer were 4 large two teard ships that were decked out in a similar vain to there smaller nabers.

            I climed on to the boat and noticed a guitarist sitting playing songs that were being broughed casted across the boat. I wonderd if I would get board of the soft jack jhonsenry, I soon did.

            The boat set off and we visted 4 bays were I snorcaled for a bit. The water was clowdy as it had raind a few days before but there was enuph to keep my head down with. It was the last stop that I got a little caryed away and found myself on the far end of the bay when the sound of the ships horn calling the passengers back reached me over the waves.

            Exorsted after my power swim back to the ship and feeling the tightness of my skin as I found the places I had missed when putting on suncreem, I lent against the banister of the top of the boat and watched the sun go down around the islands we had been visiting. No wonder agent fisher chose this spot as his retiering home.

            I got back to the hostel and flicked through the dvd collection there. I settled on season 6 and settled in to mulder picking up tips from deepthrought about alien viruses and phicik children and fell asleep humming the tune.

            Dooo daaa deee daaa deee dumm.
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