MY SOUTH AMERICAN ADVENTURE: BALLS, BAKING SUN, AND BOLIVAR’S
Date of Entry: May 7, 2009
You know – I felt this deserved a separate post.
I guess it makes more sense to me now, but at the time enroute back to our hostel, having just booked our ticket to Merida, Tom and I had a run in with the powers that be.
I know, and what happy chappies they look to be.
What you can see is me wearing the police man’s hat 👮, as we all stand and pose for my Nokia N95 in the back of their van.
Of course, what you don’t see is the great big bloody gun 🔫 pointing up my Inca Trail. Oh, wherefore art thou Mach Pichu? He certainly wasn’t my Romeo.
So, having rummaged through all our stuff, including the underside (almost the inside) of the jewels in my two crowns 👑, all the photos I have been taking on my camera phone, as well as the photocopy of my passport I carry to reduce extortionate opportunities arising. Well… Bloody effing hallelujah. We took happy snappies.
As I now see my wonderful snap and realise that Mr. Napoleon Syndrome actually looks like a happy chappy, the sheer terror I did feel now appears banal in the face of your scoffing.
And I hope you choke on that popcorn. 🍿
I really hope you do.
And there’s be no Bolivar´s for you.