Re: Who is droded?
Ten years ago I was travelling through the small town of Sentorna, a quiet and rarely visited town. I was on a voyage of discovery, trying to find my place in this world, my destiny perhaps. I had heard that the locals of this town knew the location of a man who could guide me on this path, which I only half believed at the time.
The streets of this secluded place were basically deserted, apart from one woman, coverered in old and wisdom. "Where might I find 'El Drodedo?" I asked, hoping she could understand me. She huddled in fear soon after and pointed to the mountains while shouting 'el drodedo, el drodeo! I knew where to go.
I headed for the cold and dark mountains, desperate to find this man. It took a whole day of climbing, resting, fantasising and massaging to reach the peak but what I found next would make it all worth it. I had found 'El Drodedo'.
He was a giant of a man, with dark curly hair the size of a kangaroos tail. His peircing eyes gazed upon me while I shuddered, trying to squeeze out audible words. "Guide me, El drodedo" I said, nervously. "K" He said.