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Monday, November 9
Sunday, November 8
Undertow
Better think awhile,
or I may never think again.
If this were the last day of your life my friend
Tell me, what do you think you would do then?
Gracias a Genesis
or I may never think again.
If this were the last day of your life my friend
Tell me, what do you think you would do then?
Gracias a Genesis
Friday, November 6
dulce locura
The bar I had flopped into off one of the main drags in Puerto…was typically …Spanish lively…with its own little cameos…to an audience of empty quinto bottles and of course this Scot. The lead role in today’s stage essay reminded me of Captain Pugwash…although a little more animated than the animation…and without the assistance of Tom the cabin boy.... I wondered if this was a private showing for the benefit of a stray gringo. as they argued over a bar bill which came to four euro’s, with Manolo the barman suggesting it was such behaviour that had kept him vertically challenged…(rough translation)
And the Latin Americans promenade up and down…down and up…with a government offer of repatriation being mulled over., their squashed indigenous features giving little away apart from origin, and a will we ? should we ? we cant can we?
I have lost a couple of good friends to their homeland, oh I don’t blame them…I blame my selfishness…I suppose Venezuela and Ecuador have their attractions…but I miss Jesus & Ruben…..and David….oh and there are others. But as I attempt to integrate further….and complete my change of identity amongst the locals in this, my adopted heaven….…I hope they don’t try to repatriate me….!
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So I left the lookalike (or seem alike) Pugwash and friends to their calle encore and considered a pizza solution to my dull gnawing hunger which was climbing around my frame …and a visit to another South American friend who has meantime at least elected to stay….perhaps it is the influence of his majorera partner and the resultant infant wail loitering in his ears that bids him stay…... ….
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mmmmm…….
And the Latin Americans promenade up and down…down and up…with a government offer of repatriation being mulled over., their squashed indigenous features giving little away apart from origin, and a will we ? should we ? we cant can we?
I have lost a couple of good friends to their homeland, oh I don’t blame them…I blame my selfishness…I suppose Venezuela and Ecuador have their attractions…but I miss Jesus & Ruben…..and David….oh and there are others. But as I attempt to integrate further….and complete my change of identity amongst the locals in this, my adopted heaven….…I hope they don’t try to repatriate me….!
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So I left the lookalike (or seem alike) Pugwash and friends to their calle encore and considered a pizza solution to my dull gnawing hunger which was climbing around my frame …and a visit to another South American friend who has meantime at least elected to stay….perhaps it is the influence of his majorera partner and the resultant infant wail loitering in his ears that bids him stay…... ….
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mmmmm…….
Monday, November 2
whats in a name
Ross
Gaelic Name: Rôs
Motto: Spem successus alit (Success nourishes hope)
Badge: Juniper
Lands: Ross-shire, Ayrshire and Renfrewshire
Origin of Name: Placename, Ross-shire
Pipe Music: The Earl of Ross's March
Clan Chief David Ross of Ross and Balnagowan
Gaelic Name: Rôs
Motto: Spem successus alit (Success nourishes hope)
Badge: Juniper
Lands: Ross-shire, Ayrshire and Renfrewshire
Origin of Name: Placename, Ross-shire
Pipe Music: The Earl of Ross's March
Clan Chief David Ross of Ross and Balnagowan
Sunday, November 1
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