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!