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Published: July 16th 2008
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The view from our classroom. Our hostel / spanish school is at least 30 minutes walk outside of Canoa. Not 15 minutes, as stated on the website. This is a LIE. To try and get around the problem we have rented rusty old bikes, to which we have afixed torches using part of my bikini top in an attempt at road safety. Mine will not change gear and is stuck in an extremely low one meaning I have to peddle like fred flintstone to get anywhere. The road is pretty quiet, at least 50% pothole and lit iratically in places by streetlights which go on and off completely at random, because everyone here steals their electricity. To make matters more interesting, there are two stray horses and a Beach Pig which freely wander the road, stopping traffic.
As I was cycling along the other day, I heard Kit utter the immortal line - "look, no hands!". With predictable comic timing, the next thing I heard was the sound of rusty old bike crashing into massive pothole. When I turned around to survey the scene of the accident I honestly thought it was game over, I was going to have to fly back to England and
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People say bananas are dying out, but I see no evidence of this. spend the summer bringing Kit ice and codiene while he has his testicles surgically reattached. Luckily he avoided this fate by about half an inch, but he did sustain what I genuinely believe to be the biggest bruise anyone has ever had, ever. His whole leg is black and blue. And green. We managed to make it to the nearest bar where a kind local lady took pity on us and provided Kit with beer and ice packs. To be fair to him, he has manned up and dealt with his injury in an impressively brave and unwhiney fashion. He is able to walk and cycle relatively unhindered, though surfing is proving to be problematic.
What have we been up to, aside from subcutaneous bleeding? Well, Friday night was the birthday of one of the other British lads who is having classes with us. After much consideration me and Kit bought him an inflatable cow and a Liga futbol team bracelet. I think the cow eventually got traded for a cocktail after we ran out of money, but I still feel it was a good present. We began at 5 oclock (happy hour) and set out trying to make
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Working hard. out way all the way down the list of cocktails at Bambu bar. I believe we managed about SIX before I fell asleep face down on a table. They are muy fuerte. When I woke up we hitched a lift home in the back of a pickup truck driven by the bodyguard of a boy from Miami we made friends with, who is here managing his dad´s melon farm. This is what I remember, it may or may not have happened.
Saturday night ended up pretty similar. I somehow ended up tackling what is known as a "beer bong", which involves downing about a pint and a half of the local beer through a funnel. Luckily I have the technique as I learned to do this when I was scuba diving, with a snorkel. I kind of hoped the others would join in after my shining example but no, they just looked on in horror. Kit showed no solidarity and refused to get involved.
On Monday we went paragliding. Despite having managed to sustain serious injury from something so simple as a bike, we handled this without incident. Paragliding Guy is a very large, very jolly, very American
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Sunset bloke from Kentucky. On first meeting him he did not inspire much confidence, probably because he is almost always drunk, but we asked Juan Carlos who said he has been here for years and has yet to kill or maim any of his customers. We thought this was the closest we were likely to get to a guarentee of safetly around here. I was slightly disturbed by the fact that we had been out drinking with him the night before he took us flying (it was he who administered the Beer Bong in Surf Shack), but he really knows what he´s doing and it was AWESOME. Would definitely recommend.
Oh I finally managed to get some photos up. It was not easy. So I hope people are suitably jealous.
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Kit
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You bloody liar!
Ok Jen I just read this entry. I think you'll find I DID do a beer bong, admittedly not as well as you but I have photos and a lack of memories to prove it thank you very much!