Mutiny

I´d be surprised if anyone were to argue against the fact that the dynamics of a group involved in a journey of this magnitude are extremely important, and each potential member's personal characteristics must be carefully considered in order to not just allow the selection of genuinely talented individuals, but also to lay the foundations of compatatibility that will support the development of a fluid and functional team.... And it is with a furrowed brow and heavy heart that I commit the first seedlings of doubt to this Utopian ideal to text. But no longer can I remain silent. A growing resentment festers within me that casts an ever darkening shadow over the noble ambitions of our trip. A resentment that, if left unquenched from the springs of honesty, could threaten the solidarity and subsequent success of ThisRoad and all it stands for.... Ladies and Gentlemen, all is not well aboard our fair ship Barry. I have been constantly undermined, marginalised and indeed belittled by my alleged crew to a degree so staggering I shy from regaling the magnitude of their mutiny. It was clear, unequivicollay, irrefutably crystal clear, that after showering the boys would join me in the pub to watch the second half of the England vs Ireland rugby game. But their malevelont absence was rivalled only by their obvious and inherent disregard for the protocols of rugby and indeed all sporting voyeurism. You may argue that they hadn´t slept after a 24 hour drive to Ushuaia, you may proffer a defense of ageistic lethargy and forlorn beauty sleep, you may scoff at my manufactured misery and self-indulgent scorn. But I ask you this. Would you have left a friend, a friend so close that you could reach over and touch him from your car seat and / or bunk bed, to the incessant badgering of an irrepresible waiter? A waiter so merciless in his pursuit of further assistance that his pitiful victim is compelled to order an ever growing tide of cervezas that carry him tragically towards a state of undesired drukenness? I think we all know the answer to that question. And I can only hope that some residue of our splintered trust will flourish anew, and heal the wounds of it´s contemptible past..... Hola chico, una mas cerveza, grazias...