MY SOUTH AMERICAN ADVENTURE: 50 NOT FIFTY…
Date of Entry: May 6, 2009
Oh beautiful day.
Bedbugs and mosquitoes seem to abound en masse in this bustling city. I did vainly think my Indian blood and brown pigmentation would help keep me safe from these bloodsucking creatures of the night. ?
My British upbringing has shone through in visible fashion, however.
My little friends are currently reenacting the Inca Trail, in search of the lost city of Machu Picchu, which is leaving a dotted line that gets ever closer to my malnourished backside.?
Meanwhile, Tom and I ventured out with Alex in his white van once again. We also found out during the course of the evening that Alex is 30, training for an upcoming triathlon, running ?, cycling ? and swimming ? over 100km a week, all whilst managing a tuxedo rental store – one fifth of a family dynasty that has spanned across Caracas for some 30 odd years.
Oh, and he’s also in the middle of his exam period.
We also found out that he likes to honk at the topless ladyboy kerb-cum highway crawlers that have no problem showing off their crown jewels to horny passers by. To their dismay– that wasn’t us.
But nonetheless… Even more impressive.
Back at the ranch, I continue in my earnest conquest of the Spanish language.
Conjugations, verbs, no entiendes aside, I am certainly no Simon Bolivar. More a Charlie Chaplin at recess. Keep studying Deepak…
Tom and I will be catching a bus to Merdina this evening. It’s a sunshine drenched smaller city, however no state has as many adrenalin packed adventures waiting for us. It’s place for sport and activity– something I look forward to. ?