Posted by: nativeiowan | September 10, 2010

lights out at 930pm, on Liapari

disconnected…

I sit in a small house on a small island in the fuck’n huge Pacific Ocean.

My buddy Noel is the king here. Uncle Noel to most. He’s a prince and a devil. He’s rebuilding a 300 ton barge for us.

I rocked over this morning. Seas are high and it’s pretty rough and wild. I throttled back, ran with the seas and enjoyed the run.

Liapari is a weird, mythical, fictional sorta place. I first set foot here in 1982. It was luxury after being a bush bunny for 2 years. Better than a catholic mission station. Proper commercial colonialism.

Noel, Rosy and I told stories ’till late. At 930 the power goes off here and we talked well into the dark.

After a grand meal and a few solbrews. The old stories.

As the wind howls and seas sing.

Liapari.

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