Gone South

It was Uncle Tim’s idea. He presented his brainchild over a bag of Doritos. “Let’s go south.”

My brother laughed. “South? Where?”

“South! It’s a direction, not a place.” Uncle Tim was full of it to his eyeballs.

My jaw hit the floor when mum agreed. “Sounds good.”

Good? Was she knocking back the Buds for breakfast?

Even as we banged down capybara trails in the backwoods adventure-mobile, I found the whole thing slipperier than a greased snake.

My hopes rocketed at the swollen river. Ha! We’d have to turn back.

Only to be smashed by villagers and huge canoes.

Photo is copyright by Fexlboi.

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