18 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/18 Cefalu, Italy

The storm passed through very quickly.  When the sun rose I gathered up my things and without even saying goodbye I headed down the volcano like I was escaping.  I had just come out of a sulfur cloud, was coated in mud and must have smelled like shit.  I sure felt like shit.  When I finally made it back down to the residence below they too were cover in mud.  I’m glad somebody could laugh at this.  The first two people I saw were in the process of shoveling themselves out of the mud.   (more…)

18 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 075 There you are the only rose

There you are the only rose, living all alone, all those lovely companions, either faded of have flown
like you at times I follow, when friendships all have frayed, steppin out into the light but dwell at home in shade

Many times, that heart lay withered, when fond friends choice to go but with each painful thought, that’s conquered
another bud begins to grow.

21 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Itinerary, 0 Comments

Itinerary 16

Explored Northern Italy an meandered south along its western coast into Sicily. Traveled across the boot of Italy to the port of Brindisi and then charted a ferry across to Greece.

Italy: Treviso, Venezia, Giudella, Padova, Bologna, Rimni, Bologna, Florence, Empoli, Pisa, Siena, Florence, Roma, Naples, Herculaueum, Pompeii, Capri, Anacapri, Naples, Positano, Amalfi, Ravello, Salerno, Sapri, Paolo, Villas Glovanni

Sicilia: Messina, Milazzo, Lapari, Stromboli, Milazzo, Cefali, Polermo, Messina, Siracusa, Messina, Reggio D’ Calabris

Italy: Taranto, Bari, Brindisi

22 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/22 Corfu, Greece

Even though all the other guys had paid for a room joining the ladies outside became a priority.  Good looking women typically have that effect over men.  We all traded stories and passed around a few bottles of alcohol.  By the time we reached Corfu we had assembled into an interesting group of travelers.  Once we hit Corfu’s dock an elderly lady persuaded us to check out her hotel.  I used our group’s size as a bargaining chip and obtained a better rate for the group.   (more…)

22 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 076 When the sun comes up

When the sun comes up, from another day, when the clouds have passed, an gone away
Will you stand by me, or will you say, it’s not like yesterday

When the night has passed, from another dream, when the days turn strange, against the seams
Will you still be and will you say, it’s not like yesterday

When it all comes down, an it’s all so clear, when the moon returns, yet it disappears
Will you ever see, or will you always say, it’s not like yesterday