Category Archives: Ripping Red

Day Twenty-Two: Where’s The Tropics Gone.

We woke up to a luxurious warmth this morning, owing solely to the fact that the generator had run all night and thus the power had also remained on for the entire evening. This was due to an issue with … Continue reading

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Day Twenty-One: Face Up To It, You’re Dirty.

Following a ghastly night of little sleep, as Bethany kept us fretfully awake for much of the night, with her besieged efforts to settle her harried breathing, the tolling of the alarm sounded the death knell to our scant few … Continue reading

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Day Twenty: That’s All She Wrote.

We were happily reminded this morning that we are still resolutely ensconced within the tropics, the sun beating down strongly through a sky inhabited by just enough clouds to give it some depth. It was to be another day of … Continue reading

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Day Nineteen: What Goes Up, Must Come Down.

In a thorough juxtaposition to yesterdays relaxing arousal from slumber, today we were roused from our repose entirely too early to be chirpy, by the regimental sounding of the alarm. It didn’t help our moods that this early morning wake … Continue reading

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Day Eighteen: A Fine Day To Do Nothing.

No alarms, nowhere to be and nothing to do all added up to equal a very relaxing, if late start to the day this morning. If not for the gusting wind slamming noisily into the flank of the van, we … Continue reading

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