during the days
we relaxed
swimming and kayaking
cooking our lunch
and dealing with our dysentery.
in the evenings
we swatted mosquitoes
and watched
giant cockroaches mate
on the concrete floor
at our feet.
over dinner
which we ate
across from one another
at a plastic table
lit by two candles
we talked about women
and life
the recent death of his father.
but without fail
eventually
at some point in the night
we always came back to arguing
about which one of us
had a larger head
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