lundi 26 janvier 2009

In the jungle, the lion's jungle...the Galloise gets a fright...



"Alors me voilà dans la forêt....ca bouge de partout! J'avoue j'ai un peu peur......on verra....a toute..."

Yesterday morning took (the wrong..) a cab to the Metropolitan Natural Park. Turns out he didn't know where it is (although he had the benefit of my not knowing either..), so we went round the block a few times while he called his buddy to get directions.

Went for a little hike in what was to my European mind, a small and ferocious jungle, but sadly, despite claims of monkeys, iguanas and sloths, I saw just the one bird and some trees with a nasty rash...Still, had a nice walk, and there's something very exciting about feeling you're living on the edge, while all the while knowing that you're not really, you just happen to be between two groups of tourists whose endless yacking is soaked up by the forest canopy...

Picture below: The urbanization of the jungle: Got stuck at a 'pedestrian crossing' in the jungle. Little (big) ants below slowly moving house and blocking my path. (Sorry..you may have to look closely to appreciate..)

Taking taxis is turning out to be more of a challenge than I'd first thought. OK, so they don't do seatbelts, and sometimes you think, they really just want to kill you, but my biggest issue is getting one to bloody well pick me up. I have a collection of taxi business cards to envy the London Metropolitan Cab Company, but for reasons beyond my understanding, they seem not to want to bother to try and decipher my horrendous attempts at Spanish, and generally hang up.

Watched a bit of the news this morning while getting ready for work, and was surprised to see 'live' footage of a dead body in the streets..not massively re-assuring, but didn't look like anywhere I'd been....

Already thinking about what I should do next weekend, apart from buy a 'pipa' (whole cocounut that they bash in for you, pop a straw in and Bob's your coconut juice..) and maybe one of those brilliant 1950's slush puppies (I'm sure that's how they did it in my Mum's day...whack a big block of ice on a metal trolley and then scape bits off into a cone and squirt liquid syrup all over it...those were the days eh Ma'?). Oh, torn between an internal flight to the Caribbean coast or just a boat ride to an exotic little island? Decisions, decisions....I shall sleep on it...hasta luego....

1 commentaire:

  1. Ce ne te fait chier de ne pas avoir voir un sloth? Oh my G*d, my French is sooooooo crap!

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