Never a dull moment in the day in the life of these four Sultans of Scrope. Our days are filled with peril, carnage and the occasional all day internet-a-thon. Our nights stretch into mornings as we swagger through hostel-hippies, traveling students and hip-shaking, merengue mamasitas. Cooling down after a rump-rubbing churn through the dance-floor is as easy as jumping off the dock here in “Mouth of the Bull”.
The reef dragons have been appeased after getting their sacrificial flesh. Making small waves look cinematic requires a roll or two over the falls and I, as usual, obliged to take one for the team. Our crew trains here in this playground awaiting our promotion to the big leagues in the west.
The Panama Canal is our artery to the curvaceous Pacific body, where swelling is beneficial to your health. We continue our Caribbean exploration with vigor and zeal, anticipating our passage towards larger sets.
If time could stop then it already has. Priorities have shifted and like our predecessors, we align ourselves with moon and the sun. A natural approach for the Natural Mystic. This crew of warrior-jesters awaits their turn to shine and perform for an enlightened jury. Each member possessing a unique asset that allows the group to function better as a team than on their own.