Lizards and Lovebugs-part II

After 2 days in Orlando, I am no longer batting away the copulating insects that have chosen the pool as their location for love, and my body as a resting point. Still, ew.

Everything in New York is a spectacle of sorts. It is Sunday. Waiting at the bustop for the 17, a woman in full church regalia approaches me with a Jesus leaflet.
Boarding the bus, a young obese 'street evangelist' is sweating and preaching in the aisle, his loud voice cutting through the turned up music coming through my headphones. Fire and brimstone, hell and the 'sinnerman'. A few senior church ladies nod their heads and i turn up my volume.