Back to Pisco: Hotter, Dirtier, Sexier

And a bit left over for a bag of chips....

Under the cover of nightfall, me and me dear brain, reunited once again where I left him at the airport in Bogota made haste for Lima. There are times I guess over the last month where he would have come in handy...my grasp of the spanish language seems to have gone to pot without him...I think he feels the same way however, after getting a few nice ladies phone numbers realised that without his owners chisled and finely sculpted body he is just in fact a brain and really does look quite strange in a pair of speedos...So we´ve made a pact to stick together at least until the end of the trip.

Soo anyway how do you do. You want news? You´ve come to the wrong place my friend. A tasty plate of jibberish serperated by the odd full stop and dot dot dots (thats when I go to the toilet and have lost my train of thought) well then by all means read on.....Im back. We´re on? ok

Right anyway...So I´m back in Peru for anyone whos been looking for me. Howya ma! Back to Pisco, actually...not sure what brought me back...maybe the horrible sanitation or just being able to get really messy and wet in work everyday....and maybe to do something productive with my time. Another reason is that Claire, Aimee and Lisa on the Deansgrange D-Ranged round the world tour de force have set up shop here and since I havnt seen them since July I thought I´d pop in to say hello. I´ve done that and its great to see them again and we´re all living as one big happy smelly family here.

But anyway, Colombia...not too shit. Not at all. It was a bit of a rush but managed to get around the place. Had a couple of different travelling buddies...I liked Paul. He was Dutch. He woke me up most mornings with two cartons of wine and a big grin...but theres only so much of that one can take...so I left him on his merry way after a while.

Paddys day was wrung in super silly fashion, just how I like it in Cartagena. I had met up again with amigas from Pisco, Elisha and Delphine and we attempted to hitchhike from Santa Marta to Cartagena, a beautiful colonial city on the Caribean coast. I think I was cramping their style a bit, cos we didnt get picked up by anyone and after walking for an hour in the scorching heat decided to bus it. Maybe I could have shaved my legs and acted a bit more dainty but we got there in the end. The walk wasnt completely fruitless however as we had Delphine learning the words to all the drunken irish songs in preparation to make some noise for the next day. Theres something quite funny about seeing a French girl with maracas lashing out The Irish Rover in the middle of Colombia. Being a Monday night, it seemed like it was to be a fairly quiet Paddys day but whatever Irish were loitering about the town managed to find each other, and about ten of us managed to find the only bar that was open which had three people in it, an oul fella and two hookers I think and bring in our own music and take the place over. Just another reason for them to call us stupid gringos I guess. This rucus attracted more strange people. They thought it was one of our birthdays or didnt know what was wrong with us. We ended up making crepes at some strange persons house at 8 in the morning and decided it was time to call it a night.

Stayed withg Murphs uncle and aunt in Cali for the last few days which was nice...Some good Colombian hospitality. Murphs uncle Alfredo woke me up and had me running up some big hill in Cali at 5 in the morning and wouldnt explain where we were goin till I was in runners and shorts and was running out his doorway with him at a half jog. Apparently he does this every morning. Was really well looked after there though and did some good chilling out apart from that and was once again ready to take arms against a sea of sessions.

Although now Im volunteering again apparently. Im doing a fairly bad job at travelling around South America....keep getting stuck in places. But am having lashings of fun...every day kicks the day that came before in the ass and stands and laughs and says Im am the greatest day stupidface...so long as I remeber to grease myself up before I step outside everyday to protect me from mean old mr sun and his pasty face hating army of ultraviolet rays then things are tranquillo amigo.

But Pisco...round 2....not too sure how long Im gonna stick around this time. A little while anyway. Have already been back two weeks and in that time have been made head of plumming. Yeah well, Im as confused as you are. Today we just finished laying a big 90 foot trench for this nice chap called Aldo and connected it with aload of tubes to his newly installed bathroom. He´s a cool dude whos wife is really sick and has a couple of kids and dogs running around the building site .i.e his house which need to be distracted and thrown in the air or have sticks thrown to chase after while you´re working. If you had told me this time last year that me and Aimee Tyrell would be working with each other on a building site in Peru swearing our heads off and covering ourselves in concrete I would have asked you to pass the dutchy on the left hand side. But this does appear to be the reality of the situation. So thats all done now. I stuck a few tubes together which shouldnt have been stuck together and cut a few pipes which should have been left to chill on their own but have learned from my mistakes and am ready for my next baño. In the mean time Im supposed to be working at this commedor building with O´Briener by the sea front which will be used to feed 450 smelly hungry kids. So between all this construction work, meetings, project manager meetings, the odd tipple or two and trying to see a peruvian girlfriend half an hour down the road who I met in January when I first came here I find myself incredibly busy...one hardly has time to scratch himself.

Anyway you lilly livered landlubbers...im off. Knackered I is. The three girls were supposed to come here for a week and have decided to stay until May. I could stay here till the end of the project. Pisco seems to have a way of keeping people here. Definitely going skiing in argentina at the end of July. For those of you who dont know or havnt made up your mind theres a big bunch of us goin to Bariloche last week of July, first week of August. The good Sara Fogarty is heading up operations once again and we´re all gonna get sexy on the slopes. Hit us up with an email and I´ll send ya some details. Whats stoppin ya? Dont be silly.

This computer is looking more like a beer...must go...outside....where ya never have to change your socks and the little streams of alcohol come a tricklin down the rocks...the farmers trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay...theres a lake of stew, and of whiskey too, you can paddle all around em in a big canoe...in the big rock candy Pisco.

Ciao chocheras

Ron

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