Ah i've got the day off work, how delightful. Unfortunately they've got me working EVERY Saturday at 8 (eight) am! Even at the Monkey you at least got a moderate lie-in on Saturdays, and a cheeky roll and sausage. Here i get 4 straight hours, alone, with a bunch of chaps who have passed all the available English courses but still want to learn more. These poor individuals have actually paid for the pleasure of me rocking up at 8am, half-dead and clutching a massive coffee, and inflicting my, shall we say idiosyncratic in place of non-existent, teaching methods on them. My first class is tomorrow so i've decided they're going to get Scottish culture full blast, total 8am haggis chat followed by a cheeky episode of Still Game. No, really.
This unexpected Saturday work has scuppered my plans to go to Medellin for the weekend, it is rather shite because i'm never going to get more than 2 days off in a row now (i get a day off during the week to make up for the Saturday), and most places are 10 or 20 hours away by bus. Thanks, university. I can't really complain about it since i've got such a sweet deal here, i'm only giving 14 hours of classes a week, and all of the other teachers work full time and most of them are doing their Masters at night school as well. Colombians are incredibly hard-working, aye they might be late all the time but once they actually get started they all work so hard, it totally puts the U.K to shame.
I've finally got shot of the creepy house i was staying in beside the university! I hated it because there are never any foreigners in Minuto de Dios and everybody's dead interested in what you're doing, which is fine if you're going to class, actually doing some work, not so good when you're slinking back to your sad wee house with nothing but a hot dog for company. Now, can you believe this, i'm staying with a pal who's house-sitting a massive palace of a flat in the swankiest area of Bogota, it has a balcony and 2 levels of plush loveliness AND a proper kitchen. I'm going to make a massive din dins tonight to celebrate my first access to cooking equipment in about a month. Magic. It isn't actually a penthouse but it's certainly the closest thing i've experienced, tonight i have the added luxury of washing my horrific clothing in an actual washing machine, how good is this?! Arf i've taken to buying cheap pairs of jeans from the supermarkets here, this isn't quite as naff as it might be in Scotland since the supermarkets are these vast warehouses with every concieveable product for sale, but the fashion for jeans here is really tight, often with horrific spangly embroidery on the arse cheeks...
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Shame about the Saturday work doll, sounds like you're having a ball out there. Not sure the ants would be my cup of tea though, how do they compare to deep-fried squid sandwiches for drunken snacking?
Hmm, they aren't bad but nothing on a nice greasy squid sandwich. Mmm. For hangover food here you can get arepas, which are nice thick, doughy pancakes made with corn flour and hunners of cheese, one of those and a cheeky wee Colombiana (which is the equivalent of Irn Bru)'ll sort ye right out.
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