I met a Swiss guy who said he’d seen enough of red sky sunsets. I’d been on the island a few weeks and I still stopped and stared in the sundowner bar with all the other gringoes but he’d come from six months living on the beaches in Thailand and I guess he was missing the mountains and the snow. Those tunnels that burrow through black rock for twenty miles or more. But I’ve seen a lot more sky since then and I’ll still pull the bike over for the evening redness in the West (apologies to Cormac).
