Fast Worker

Is it pompous to quote yourself? Thought so.

Im staying in a neighbourhood called the Zona Rosa, probably Bogotas West Village

West Village my arse. Last night (Sunday) everything was shut here, not just quiet but actually not open. Bumped into a Canadian guy on the street next to my hotel who took me to a ´bar´ he knew. In spectactularly fast time he had a mulatta on his arm and negotiating a deal for her to stay ´toda la noche´. Fast worker. Next thing I know he says ´Well I´m gonna go, we should meet tomorrow.´ He threw some money at me and left me to negotiate the bar bill, which btw was horrendously inflated and I told them so.

Had a dream about my dad again last night. For the past few weeks I´ve been having them regularly. They all involve him being much livelier and full of life than he´s ever been in my lifetime. In the first dream, the only one I can remember, he meets me coming out of hospital, for some reason I was coming out of hospital not him. He was full of beans, laughing, joking and very animated. He began telling me this story about the time he met Paul McCartney. My dad is from Liverpool and would have been around there when McCartney was growing up, but I don´t remember him ever telling me he met him. The latest on my dad, btw, is that there´s slight improvement in speech.

I did something today I´ve intended doing for ages, which is put my pictures up on Flickr, here you go. Because I am a Generally Crap Person, I haven´t taken many pictures of my adventures recently and I lost loads that I did take so what you see here is a very small collection. However, I´m conciously trying to take more pictures this time and will post them as soon as I can. I have only a small memory card, but around South America there´s loads of those fancy-dan Kodak machines that can trasfer from your SD card to a CD for only $4.