Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Bananas lacking Pyjamas.
I continue to be in Sucre. It is a lovely town. Young, studenty with really really good salteñas.
And, as is necessary to stop me developing deeper pyschosis than I already have, I have developed a little bit of a routine to fill my days in this most European of Bolivia´s towns. And keeping with the European theme, I have decided to go all renaisance on your chops.
My mornings are spent with my new Maestro, Jorge - painting all sorts of wonderous amazing things - Bananas, Apples, Jorge´s mother - that sort of thing. This generally takes three hours and while I have come close to producing something that could be said to be vaguely reminiscent of a overripe banana on a foggy day, sadly Jorge´s mother continues to bear a striking resemblance to a midget canary than the handsome lady that she actually is.
After that usually quite frustrating but educative interval, Jorge and I stroll down to the local market, talking of things as wide and varied as Bolivia´s political problems, Latin American countries with the most developed art scenes and whether or not Michael Jackson really would do such a thing to young boys. This always ocurs over a freshly squeezed juice or two- although this morning I was convinced to imbibe a nauseating mix of beer and egg white. Please, don´t pry further.
Tomorrow we are going on an art excursion, leaving the surrounds of Sucre to find inspiration in the mottley browns and greens of the Bolivan countryside. I feel like I am in an Oscar Wilde play. Regardless of the colour the scenery actually is, I of course will find a way to use too much yellow.
Maybe I should just stick to fruit.
Rock and Roll
Paddy.
And, as is necessary to stop me developing deeper pyschosis than I already have, I have developed a little bit of a routine to fill my days in this most European of Bolivia´s towns. And keeping with the European theme, I have decided to go all renaisance on your chops.
My mornings are spent with my new Maestro, Jorge - painting all sorts of wonderous amazing things - Bananas, Apples, Jorge´s mother - that sort of thing. This generally takes three hours and while I have come close to producing something that could be said to be vaguely reminiscent of a overripe banana on a foggy day, sadly Jorge´s mother continues to bear a striking resemblance to a midget canary than the handsome lady that she actually is.
After that usually quite frustrating but educative interval, Jorge and I stroll down to the local market, talking of things as wide and varied as Bolivia´s political problems, Latin American countries with the most developed art scenes and whether or not Michael Jackson really would do such a thing to young boys. This always ocurs over a freshly squeezed juice or two- although this morning I was convinced to imbibe a nauseating mix of beer and egg white. Please, don´t pry further.
Tomorrow we are going on an art excursion, leaving the surrounds of Sucre to find inspiration in the mottley browns and greens of the Bolivan countryside. I feel like I am in an Oscar Wilde play. Regardless of the colour the scenery actually is, I of course will find a way to use too much yellow.
Maybe I should just stick to fruit.
Rock and Roll
Paddy.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Some thoughts...
1. I WANT MY HAIR BACK. NOW!!! G*D DAMN IT!
2. Being mugged is an unpleasant experience. A more pleasant experience is wrenching your bag back and running like buggery. I highly recommend it.
3. Tomorrow, I start a painting course. Yes, if possible, I am set to become even more of a yogurt eating - Jane Austin apreciating - pansy man.
Rock and Roll.
Paddy.
2. Being mugged is an unpleasant experience. A more pleasant experience is wrenching your bag back and running like buggery. I highly recommend it.
3. Tomorrow, I start a painting course. Yes, if possible, I am set to become even more of a yogurt eating - Jane Austin apreciating - pansy man.
Rock and Roll.
Paddy.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Death and Dalliance
Hello my lovelies.
Entering Bolivia has taught me how important it is to have well labelled streets in all parts of the world. Indeed, the residents of the cities themselves appear to have very little idea about their home address let alone a broader knowledge of the geography of their cities.
But this has lead to nothing more serious than a sore back, after lugging my damn backpack around for a 45 minutes at 5.00 in the morning trying desperately to get a handle on where the hell I was. And y´know, this kind of challenge can be fun.
What was less fun was the serious car accident that I was witness to on my journey between Oruro and Uyuni. The entire human contents of my bus spilled out on to the highway, gawking and pointing for all they were worth. (A multitude, I must admit of which I was part) Emergency services were called and during the wait, someone (who was not medically trained to my knowledge) decided that it was imperative to lay out the dead beside the cars in wait of an ambulance. I had two major criticisms to this plan, but was largely overruled. My thoughts were A) what if they are not completely dead? What if they are only almost dead? (Sorry, bad taste I know, but it was a reference which I could not resist) Is it necessarily a good idea to be moving them without knowing exactly what we are doing? and B)if they are dead, what do they care if they are nicely geometrically aligned or not?
Suffice to say it was a fairly gruesome early morning. One that I do not care to repeat any time soon. Actually screw anytime soon, how about never.
Off to the Uyuni salt flats tomorrow, which has been a constant in the tales of travelling wonderfulness coming from other travellers along the way. I shall tell you how I go on my return.
Rock and Roll.
Paddy
Entering Bolivia has taught me how important it is to have well labelled streets in all parts of the world. Indeed, the residents of the cities themselves appear to have very little idea about their home address let alone a broader knowledge of the geography of their cities.
But this has lead to nothing more serious than a sore back, after lugging my damn backpack around for a 45 minutes at 5.00 in the morning trying desperately to get a handle on where the hell I was. And y´know, this kind of challenge can be fun.
What was less fun was the serious car accident that I was witness to on my journey between Oruro and Uyuni. The entire human contents of my bus spilled out on to the highway, gawking and pointing for all they were worth. (A multitude, I must admit of which I was part) Emergency services were called and during the wait, someone (who was not medically trained to my knowledge) decided that it was imperative to lay out the dead beside the cars in wait of an ambulance. I had two major criticisms to this plan, but was largely overruled. My thoughts were A) what if they are not completely dead? What if they are only almost dead? (Sorry, bad taste I know, but it was a reference which I could not resist) Is it necessarily a good idea to be moving them without knowing exactly what we are doing? and B)if they are dead, what do they care if they are nicely geometrically aligned or not?
Suffice to say it was a fairly gruesome early morning. One that I do not care to repeat any time soon. Actually screw anytime soon, how about never.
Off to the Uyuni salt flats tomorrow, which has been a constant in the tales of travelling wonderfulness coming from other travellers along the way. I shall tell you how I go on my return.
Rock and Roll.
Paddy
Monday, October 16, 2006
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Friday, October 13, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble...
Well, small maybe.. humble- I think not. My left nipple in particular is very arrogant.
I have news. Of import. Of depth. North Korea may be destabilising the geopolitical climate through decisive action that is yet to be confirmed as anything other than a very bad case of wind... but this... this is BIG!
I am going to see Shakira! Live. In person. With her truthful hips and timid breasts.
You have no idea how excited I am. Really. Noooo idea.
In other news, I say farewell to Peru this week. Five months it has taken me to traverse this country to my satisfaction. And I still it saddens me to leave. But Bolivia beckons.
As does that Latin Goddess... who I will marry.
Rock and Roll.
Paddy
I have news. Of import. Of depth. North Korea may be destabilising the geopolitical climate through decisive action that is yet to be confirmed as anything other than a very bad case of wind... but this... this is BIG!
I am going to see Shakira! Live. In person. With her truthful hips and timid breasts.
You have no idea how excited I am. Really. Noooo idea.
In other news, I say farewell to Peru this week. Five months it has taken me to traverse this country to my satisfaction. And I still it saddens me to leave. But Bolivia beckons.
As does that Latin Goddess... who I will marry.
Rock and Roll.
Paddy
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
Well, wild scary animals, at any rate.
Would you believe that in my 6 months of blog entries, this is the first one that I have made in a semi drunken state? Looking at some of the spelling efforts in some of the previous installments, this fact is more than a little bit demoralising.
So, the jungle and that. It was nice. Lots of green, lot of animals that I have never seen before and ahh, lots of water. But I must say that I have never been bitten, scratched or generally molested by such a large number of anthropods in such a limited amount of time at any other point before in my life. I would gladly take the tender stylings of a Sydney cockroach infestation over this myriad of blighters, anyday of the week.
The highlight was of course being stung by a scorpian. Dear God, ow, hurties, much pain and all that. The little bugger- who is of course now dead, due to my somewhat juvenile reprisal attack (involving a pair of tweezers, a gumboot and an excessive amount of force) - was only about 2 centimetres from head to tail, but fuah! - it hurt... alot! Now, some of you are going to suggest that I am a whuz... and you would be right- but I challenge you to place some hot coals in your underpants and see how you feel.
My guide, Wilson, was a lovely man, who showed my the finer points of piranha fishing and invited me to try any number of small wriggly insects. Point of advice- insects are almost always tastier cooked than when raw.
But then I am sure that you knew that.
Rock and Roll
Paddy.
Would you believe that in my 6 months of blog entries, this is the first one that I have made in a semi drunken state? Looking at some of the spelling efforts in some of the previous installments, this fact is more than a little bit demoralising.
So, the jungle and that. It was nice. Lots of green, lot of animals that I have never seen before and ahh, lots of water. But I must say that I have never been bitten, scratched or generally molested by such a large number of anthropods in such a limited amount of time at any other point before in my life. I would gladly take the tender stylings of a Sydney cockroach infestation over this myriad of blighters, anyday of the week.
The highlight was of course being stung by a scorpian. Dear God, ow, hurties, much pain and all that. The little bugger- who is of course now dead, due to my somewhat juvenile reprisal attack (involving a pair of tweezers, a gumboot and an excessive amount of force) - was only about 2 centimetres from head to tail, but fuah! - it hurt... alot! Now, some of you are going to suggest that I am a whuz... and you would be right- but I challenge you to place some hot coals in your underpants and see how you feel.
My guide, Wilson, was a lovely man, who showed my the finer points of piranha fishing and invited me to try any number of small wriggly insects. Point of advice- insects are almost always tastier cooked than when raw.
But then I am sure that you knew that.
Rock and Roll
Paddy.
Monday, October 02, 2006
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