Holiday In the Sun

the chartered bus stops in an aire of released brake pressure clambering while clamoring out of the bowels of the snake hissing door's mouth spitting out pork and souer kraut you wouldn't think we're in Greece tropical colors of Hawaiian sunsets offset by white socks pulled nearly to the knee the smell of sunblock cooking on flesh frying pans of fat men and fatter women my friend Hans said not typical American tourists but his fellow countrymen Germans