Bima is comfortably situated in a narrow protective bay surrounded by gentle hills on the eastern side of Sumbawa, the next island east of Lombok.
About an hour away by boat, northeast of Bima out in the Flores Sea, is Sangeang Island. It's a double-barrelled volcano. It's something that instantly connects to a Hollywood movie poster, maybe The Island of Dr. Moreau. It hasn't blown its cone like Mt. Tambora on Central Sumbawa did over two hundred years ago and which is now just a giant sagging caldera, a testament to its climate shattering explosion. But if it ever does, be prepared for another summer without sunlight.
'Get on with the story,' said Max.
The next island over is famed for the kimono dragons.
'For fuck's sake, I don't want a travelogue, now what were you saying about Black Sumba.'
I'll get to her soon, Max, but what I was trying to tell you that it's only a boats ride away and is the sanctuary that Steve Irwin filmed his kimono dragon documentary for Animal Planet.
'Got it,' said Max, 'didn't he take his skank of a wife.'
Steve's father was also on that mission, I said. And I heard while Steve was fucking the locals, his old man was promising his son's wife the Zoo if she would only accommodate his manhood.
'You mean he was fucking her.'
Something like that.
Who could you believe? If you found it on the internet.
'So that's why she had the film of him being stung by a stingray destroyed.'
'Yep,' I replied, 'she loathed Steve and if she was ever going to get ownership of the zoo, she needed him dead.'
'Are you saying his death was a setup,' asked Max.
Most likely. I'd say he was shot in the heart by a speargun. And the man behind that spear gun was no other than Steve's father. That explains why the skank wanted the footage destroyed.
'Well fuck the dragons,' said Max, 'let's get out of the hotel room and see what Bima has to offer for two lonely dirty old men.'
Now that he put it that way, I had just the place in mind.
About an hour away by boat, northeast of Bima out in the Flores Sea, is Sangeang Island. It's a double-barrelled volcano. It's something that instantly connects to a Hollywood movie poster, maybe The Island of Dr. Moreau. It hasn't blown its cone like Mt. Tambora on Central Sumbawa did over two hundred years ago and which is now just a giant sagging caldera, a testament to its climate shattering explosion. But if it ever does, be prepared for another summer without sunlight.
'Get on with the story,' said Max.
The next island over is famed for the kimono dragons.
'For fuck's sake, I don't want a travelogue, now what were you saying about Black Sumba.'
I'll get to her soon, Max, but what I was trying to tell you that it's only a boats ride away and is the sanctuary that Steve Irwin filmed his kimono dragon documentary for Animal Planet.
'Got it,' said Max, 'didn't he take his skank of a wife.'
Steve's father was also on that mission, I said. And I heard while Steve was fucking the locals, his old man was promising his son's wife the Zoo if she would only accommodate his manhood.
'You mean he was fucking her.'
Something like that.
Who could you believe? If you found it on the internet.
'So that's why she had the film of him being stung by a stingray destroyed.'
'Yep,' I replied, 'she loathed Steve and if she was ever going to get ownership of the zoo, she needed him dead.'
'Are you saying his death was a setup,' asked Max.
Most likely. I'd say he was shot in the heart by a speargun. And the man behind that spear gun was no other than Steve's father. That explains why the skank wanted the footage destroyed.
'Well fuck the dragons,' said Max, 'let's get out of the hotel room and see what Bima has to offer for two lonely dirty old men.'
Now that he put it that way, I had just the place in mind.
