Let`s never mention English Day again. Total shambles. Frankly i`m avoiding work because the boss was RAGING and on the warpath and i hope that after this puente (3 day weekend) she might have cooled down a bit. Erk.
Today i saw a policeman on a motorbike run a red like and smash into another biker on the Caracas, luckily the boy wasn`t going very fast but his bike still went flying. When he hauled himself back up the polis had come back to check on him and a massive crowd of pedestrians who were crossing the road at this point had gathered round to shout at the policeman, "Straight through a red light! That young man had right of way! I don`t know where they teach these polis to drive these days" etc etc.
At the moment i`m in an internet cafe waiting to go at 1pm to the Central University to be the judge of some kind of presentation, frankly i`ve had enough of English events after unmentionable E.D but it`s a favour for a lovely colleague. Later me and Cherie are going to get some delicious scran in town, canny wait i just got paid so i see red wine on the horizon.
The other day i got an e-mail from Mia, a pal of mine from uni who`s off on a magnificent expidition on a sailing boat from Singapore across half the world. What an amazing journey! I like thinking about my pals and what they`re all up to, adventurous bastards are never away from the Trans-Siberian Express or cycling to Andalucía or gallavanting around mysterious African countries getting dysentry. Another champion traveller is young Jo from the Monkey, whose European cycle tour antics can be found here: www.jobellvelo.blogspot.com She is a much better blogger than myself and writes stuff up constantly, hats off Jo!
Isn`t it grand to think about all the things you could do with yourself? Move to a different continent or study something strange or go to Germany and become a master baker or cycle across Canada or have lots of love affairs or learn to speak Japanese or join a band or sail across the world or thousands of other things. A comforting thought, i always find, thinking about all the possibilities.
Roight i`d better go and get geared up for this English gubbins, more to follow...
Friday 13 November 2009
Tuesday 10 November 2009
English Day HELL
Greetings pals, just a quick communication today to say HULLO before i`m off to English Day, the horrific uni event that last year was the reason for me out-of-tunely singing "La Camisa Negra" in front of 500 people. This year round will be little better as i`ve been lumped with the job of MC, if anything even more embarassing than belting out old Juanes hits. However, armed with a vile silver lamé shirt i bought in a small town market, lots of brutal gags and hopefully the blind love and devotion of the students who over the past year have learned lots of useless facts about Scotland i will make it out the other side. Severe day of delight tomorrow to commemorate the end of English Day. I`ll let you know how i got on.
This internet cafe smells strongly of cheese toasties! Lunch time...
Here to finish are Anna, Cherie and me hamming it up at Halloween: 
Wednesday 4 November 2009
Socks
Good morning pals!
Time for the classic weekly trip to the internet cafe in Minuto de Dios in order to avoid the mind-numbing tedium of sitting in the office trying to do crosswords in the free paper (only clues i ever get are the ones that ask the name of something in English).
Monday there was a glorious holiday (thanks, Catholic countries) so the weekend was a 3 dayer. On Friday the other language assistant arrived at the uni, a fact leading to two fancy lunches with people this week for us happy scroungers. Unfortunately they are with some kind of deans, heads of faculties or something like that. The last time the uni gave me free scran it was breakfast, an ornate plate of ripples of cheese and ham with bits of papaya and mango Jackson Pollocked on top. Interesting.
This week i`ve got loads of work, several unpleasant days where i have class at 7am and finish at 10pm with hours and hours of hanging around in between. Thank god for the Panificadora Continental, the glorious bakery across the road from the office.
Friday night i attended a partah in Hannah and Anna`s house with Cherie and Sergio. Cherie had a dragonish look about her and i was dolled up like a flamenco dancer but Sergio`s stripey t-shirt, permie marker `tash and crap French accent stole the show. None of us won the costume competition though, we was robbed! A never-ending stoner-rock set by the very stoned Costeño pals drove us out, but not before we talked to a man dressed as a postie. A POSTIE! Royal Mail shirt and everything!! Even had a wee discussion about Glasgow postcodes.
Saturday we went to a BBQ in Suba in someone`s back garden where i got eaten alive by insects even through my purple Primark tights. The host`s da is apparently a big-shot lawyer who defends narcos, no mention of that but i did have a misty-eyed chat about the deliciousness of Spanish calamares, mmm. Our host, resplendent in a stained MacDonalds apron, served up plate after plate of slabs of meat, ribs, sausage, black pudding, tatties, guacamole... Colombian barbeques are a total institution, they always have excessive amounts of scran and bevvy invariably accompanied by high volume vallenato or salsa. Although a disposable number and a packet of Lidl snags in Kelvingrove park has its charms...
!!! I went to a commercial centre to see the new Tarantino film on Sunday and in the time before the film started went to buy some socks because mine are shameful and have big holes in them. In the sock shop, get this, you give them your old manky holey socks and they give you $4,000 pesos off sock purchases! These chumps gave me MONEY for my ancient, decrepit not to mention dirty socks! Dirty as in i was wearing them, one sneaky trip to the lavvy later and they went flying into the sock bin. Next stop - new socks with patterns on them like flowery teapots. 10 points Colombia! What a country. Where else would stuff like that happen?!
Excellent weekend - all i did was eat, watch films and lie in bed all day like a pig. This is the life!
Time for the classic weekly trip to the internet cafe in Minuto de Dios in order to avoid the mind-numbing tedium of sitting in the office trying to do crosswords in the free paper (only clues i ever get are the ones that ask the name of something in English).
Monday there was a glorious holiday (thanks, Catholic countries) so the weekend was a 3 dayer. On Friday the other language assistant arrived at the uni, a fact leading to two fancy lunches with people this week for us happy scroungers. Unfortunately they are with some kind of deans, heads of faculties or something like that. The last time the uni gave me free scran it was breakfast, an ornate plate of ripples of cheese and ham with bits of papaya and mango Jackson Pollocked on top. Interesting.
This week i`ve got loads of work, several unpleasant days where i have class at 7am and finish at 10pm with hours and hours of hanging around in between. Thank god for the Panificadora Continental, the glorious bakery across the road from the office.
Friday night i attended a partah in Hannah and Anna`s house with Cherie and Sergio. Cherie had a dragonish look about her and i was dolled up like a flamenco dancer but Sergio`s stripey t-shirt, permie marker `tash and crap French accent stole the show. None of us won the costume competition though, we was robbed! A never-ending stoner-rock set by the very stoned Costeño pals drove us out, but not before we talked to a man dressed as a postie. A POSTIE! Royal Mail shirt and everything!! Even had a wee discussion about Glasgow postcodes.
Saturday we went to a BBQ in Suba in someone`s back garden where i got eaten alive by insects even through my purple Primark tights. The host`s da is apparently a big-shot lawyer who defends narcos, no mention of that but i did have a misty-eyed chat about the deliciousness of Spanish calamares, mmm. Our host, resplendent in a stained MacDonalds apron, served up plate after plate of slabs of meat, ribs, sausage, black pudding, tatties, guacamole... Colombian barbeques are a total institution, they always have excessive amounts of scran and bevvy invariably accompanied by high volume vallenato or salsa. Although a disposable number and a packet of Lidl snags in Kelvingrove park has its charms...
!!! I went to a commercial centre to see the new Tarantino film on Sunday and in the time before the film started went to buy some socks because mine are shameful and have big holes in them. In the sock shop, get this, you give them your old manky holey socks and they give you $4,000 pesos off sock purchases! These chumps gave me MONEY for my ancient, decrepit not to mention dirty socks! Dirty as in i was wearing them, one sneaky trip to the lavvy later and they went flying into the sock bin. Next stop - new socks with patterns on them like flowery teapots. 10 points Colombia! What a country. Where else would stuff like that happen?!
Excellent weekend - all i did was eat, watch films and lie in bed all day like a pig. This is the life!
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