Things will be light, not vacant, for the next few days as your author goes traipsing round bits of South America that he hasn't traipsed before. And I know the Jack prose coming up has made it to this humble corner of cyberspace previously, but it's just so damned breathtaking I can't resist going with it again. Catch you later.
"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!""