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Published: February 23rd 2010
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River Trip
A boat tour of the river was the Rio Dulce must do. Arranging this was surprisingly difficult. In the states we would have signs and information kiosks at such a the resort. After all, it is in everyone's interest to make it easy for tourists. We, I mean Maureen, had to sift through a dozen conversations of conflicting information. 😞 I hope we have Maureen’s photos of the trip, though she did not leave them here at Easter. It rained the whole time. Now that we were experienced travelers, I knew in my bones that, yes, we were freezing in the rain. This boat ride was my one “beam me up Scotty” moment of the whole trip.
Livingston
Wandering around the town, we met a guy in a rainbow beret on the street who handed us a leaflet for Tilingo Lingo. “It’s the best place to eat. — and this did turn out to be true after subsequent internet research — Where are you from?...Oh, Berkeley, I love that place. I performed there, at Peoples Park, Ashkenaz. Also in Mountain View, what’s that street, Rengsdorf?...I could tell you were from California, you’re
Large birds
I know, you can't see them, but they were large, honest. so relaxed. Most Americans are always wondering what disease I’m going to give them, what will I try to take from them….Still raining,” he harrumphed. “It’s because the moon was full last night....Music is great here. You should get some CDs. Look for (he said two titles).” A super-friendly motormouth was a welcome entertainment on this drizzly day in a poor town whether it was jive or not.
Still, after all it was lunch time, so we tracked down this restaurant, right on the beach. Five minutes after we had ordered, who should come through the door but our new amigo. “You found it?” You can imagine our surprise.
A few minutes later he returned from the back room and put two CDs on the table. “My last two.” The same two titles he had told us to look for. What luck! If we were any luckier he would let us buy him lunch. He then told some tale about how he played for the president of Guatemala when he was seven years old. “Would you believe it, they didn’t even pay me, just coffee and cookies.” Next he says, he’s going to play in Utrecht. (Again, a city
Parrot and Turtle
Children in dugouts paddled out to meet our boat and receive coins. in Holland, mostly known for its Early Music Festivals, but a plausible music venue. I had gone to a jazz concert there.) All parties wondered how far we would take this. Seems like a lot of effort on his part for $10. For me, it was well worth the show. I saw him as a combination of Keyser Soze from
The Usual Suspects and Bubbles from
The Wire. The CDs were labled Parranda. I had thought it was the name of the CD or of his group, but it is a music genre created by people who came from the Caribbean to Venezuela. Turns out I like them very much.
Back in Los Positos and dried out we had a wonderful time playing gin in a cool bistro, watching other tourists and local noveau riche watching jet skiers dodge the yachts going under the bridge.
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