“Do you understand what I’m telling you?” asks the unnamed Traveller near the end of his tale. “Um, no!” I wrote in my notes.

Throughout this show, writer Daniel Morton and cocreator and director Cecilia Davis keep promising Deep Meaning, but the script, based on Morton’s real-life travels in Central America, never goes into enough detail to deliver.

The character is eager to distinguish himself from a common tourist: “A tourist sees what he’s been told to see. A traveller sees,” he tells us. What this Traveller sees, when he finally gets around to telling us, is disturbing, but it’s also undeveloped.

Max Kashetsky is grounded and clear as the title character, and he punctuates his tale with beautiful, bittersweet acoustic guitar and harmonica interludes—but the play needs to pay out longer lines of story in order to pay off.

At Havana Theatre on September 10 (6 p.m.), 12 (12:15 p.m.), 13 (3:45 p.m.), 15 (9:30 p.m.), 18 (10 p.m.), 19 (8 p.m.), 20 (3:45 p.m.)