The Hunt for Juan Valdez

Selected journal entries of the fictional journey of a caffeinated explorer.

Sunday, February 19

Day 8 - Tierra del Cafeina

Carrie and Sean spent the day writing out the details of the blurred manuscripts as best they could. Sean is determined to redeem himself after the fiascoes of the last day or so. He's ready to lead the team in the morning to a new location. According to the interpretations, J.V. had a favorite spot he wouldn't allow anyone else to follow him into. It was where he harvested rarer beans we think. We were less than a days journey away.

Todd dropped by my tent to say how much he missed some of the things he'd left behind. Toothbrush, razor, soap..... I tried not to stand too close. I had packed extra toiletries in case Janice forgot hers, and miracle of miracles, she remembered her stuff (usually she epitomizes the absent-minded professor). So I took pity on Todd, and was more than willing to share the extras with the poor sap. Until I found the gummy spiders and worms he'd snuck into the bottom of my sleeping bag soaked in ... well some un-pleasant smelling liquid shall we say. Once my feet hit those slimy slick little creatures- {shudder}. Oh yeah. Woke the whole camp.

I'd probably be more upset if I didn't have plans for revenge already well under way....

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