I always take the long way home...

I returned to my apartment yesterday evening to find three wonderful visitors, a delicious Indian meal being prepared in my kitchen, and the HoboHookah sitting in the center of my dining room table. I made a few phone calls, found a place that would deliver some double apple shisha and coals to my front door, and spent the rest of the evening amidst the cappuchino and manzana scented smoke, the laughter and conversation of great friends. Question to a certain few nomads out there...Has the Hobo ever been smoked from a hammock before? If not, it has now, and I must say, the setting was ideal.

Your laughter's still ringing in my ears...

Dozing in and out on my beach chair in Pto. Colombia, relishing the idea of not returning to UNINORTE for nearly a month, an all too familiar scent caught my attention. The sweet subtle mixture of smoke and apple. I whipped around and quickly spotted it behind us. Time to go make some friends.

"Donde compraste esto? Me gusta mucho, pero nunca he visto aca en Colombia."
"Hay un restaurante arabe, aqui en Barranquilla."
"Que sabor tienes? Manzana?"
"Si."
"Podemos fumar con uds?"
"Claro."

Thus began the afternoon of shisha on the beach. They laughed when I told them they weren't packing it right and asked with doubting expressions if I knew how to do it better. They were impressed with the Madtown shisha knowledge. The barn would have been proud.