…and this is Copacabana, Bolivia. On the shores of beautiful lake Titikaka. You know we had some glorious fresh trout from the lake.
There ensued a lengthy discussion as to whether or not this was ‘salt water’, as I humbly asserted. Of course, the two bone headed men ganged up on me and had me almost convinced I was crazy. Yeah, right up until I hit the shore. Oh yes, it’s salty, my dears.
(Don’t listen to Mr Elbows, I know he’s going on and on about brine or some such pish)
And, of course a shot of Christo on his cross, every little burg in South America has one, whenever we saw one we couldn’t help but say, ‘are you looking at ME?’
I was trying to try to have my 666th post be the 666th post to this thread, but I got busy doing something else and well … having my 660th post be the 667 just doesn’t have the same flair.
I realize that I may have been a bit pushy earlier in the thread. I mean, who am I to say that you guys have to stop posting? No one. I’m nobody. And I have no right to tell anyone where or when they should post. I’m sorry you guys. Just keep posting. Pay no attention to me because, hey, nobody else does…
[sub][sup]::crosses her fingers hoping the little guilt trip works::[/sub][/sup]
…now this photo of the three of us in front of a Pharmacia brings up an interesting point. I was in here trying to get charcoal tablets (for bad belly), no I don’t speak any spanish.
Even the obnoxious Auzzie (who does speak passable spanish) can’t help.
Later that afternoon when I found my phrasebook, and looked charcoal up it was, carbon. Carbon.
Like I wouldn’t have thought of that eventually!
It’s incredibly irritating my dears, but you know, when you hear it spoken it’s unmistakably, lovely.
[I also learned that a ‘Joyeria’ is a jewellers store. And a ‘Ferreteria’ is a hardware store, after a fashion.]
Anyway…
Sheesh! And I thought wolves mated for life!