A little vignette from Boca de Iguanas, inspired by a couple camped at Boca…
They were there they day we arrived and they were there the day we left. They are probably still there as far as I know.
I could never tell if they were natives or fellow travellers. All I really knew is that they had what we all wanted. We gradually came to know them, not by name, and not even by face. Chance encounters in the local market barely evoked even a glimmer of recognition. Oh but I knew them.
