up at dawn
swinging legs out of bed onto old cold lino
pulling socks shorts t shirt runners
heading out into half light across the grass
then onto the concrete promenade
all the way to the end back other end
sucking up cool sea air & salt
back to my cheap rented room
no real thoughts just huffing puffing
to get fit run in the streets of Pamplona
trying to find somebody to go with
but here I was living low saving pennies
reading text books writing essays
an old dented blue smoke car to go
I was scary then to the girls I met
no package holiday just hit the road
find somewhere to camp stay on the way
living on bread cheese cheap wine
walking the streets was enough strange
a body could ever want to see
those days I thought offering experiences
was enough
when they wanted comfort to stay
neilbenbow 