Palmy & Chile in Chilly. Also, Rio!
Anyway, we spent the last week in sunny -read rainy- Palmerston North, with Kev & Eimear. Great time, great to meet up with them, see how they're, between them running the town. So in between hanging out in Palmy, we took a trip around the North island of New Zealand. Saw lake Taupo, a giant boiling lake at Rotorua (seriously, thermally heated boiling lake in the middle of the forest. it was like something out of Jurassic park)
And - i got the flu. There is nothing more miserable than being sick when you're travelling. Well - maybe not nothing, in fact i'd say there's quite a few things. Genocide comes to mind. fine, i'll rephrase that. The absolute worst time to get the flu is when you're travelling. Y'know when you're antisocial, and all you want is telly and food and sleep and warmth? Yeah...Anyway, thanks again to kev and Eimear for putting up with me in my wojus state. I owe you both more pints than any two people should ever drink.
So, post new zealand, we rolled on into Chile. Where it was...Chilly! (i rule, honestly - good Jokes? come to Andy) Santiago, to be precise, where we suffered from jetlag, spending whole days in bed, and whole nights wondering why we couldn't sleep. Fun times. However, despite all the films - well, one - about jetlag, i still haven't had an odd non-relationship with Scarlett Johannsen. I'm holding out hope for when i hit LA.
Santiago's quite nice in an odd, nondescript way. full of shops...and underground trains...and...uh...y'know...city-like stuff.
3 days of odd Chilean food, drinks with an incontinent politics professor and his wife and a scary night out that ended in a dodgy back alley odd smelling reggae club in Santiago (at which point i called chicken and went home) And we hopped a flight to Rio.
The Most Turbulent Flight Ever. The woman next to me grabbed my arm so hard there's still little white half-moons where her nails dug into me. I was all excited because it hought we were over the Amazon, and we could crash, and have strange adventures in the jungle, where no-one's sure what's real and what's not, and it all could be part of some fat guy's mental illness, or possibly some sort of purgatory, and then Kate and i would have a stormy relationship...ok, sue me, i watch too much lost. Anyway, looked at a map today, we were nowhere near the Amazon so scratch that. But we did fly over the Andes. During which time, i sized up my flying companions and tried to work out who'd be the tastiest. (watch Alive)
Point is, arrived safely in Rio, home to the Copacabana, Ipanema beach and more song puns than any one city should have. Also, apparently, more gun-crime. In fact, it's a wonder i'm still alive, the amount of gun-crime they talk about. GUNCRIME!
you get the point. (also, heard gunshots earlier on tonight) (Mam, don't read that last sentence)
as I write, Laura, sinead and Sam are knocking around the hostel, we're talking about going out to a samba show later, and earlier today we went up to visit that big scary jesus on the rock that overlooks the city.
More soon with less delay.
And - i got the flu. There is nothing more miserable than being sick when you're travelling. Well - maybe not nothing, in fact i'd say there's quite a few things. Genocide comes to mind. fine, i'll rephrase that. The absolute worst time to get the flu is when you're travelling. Y'know when you're antisocial, and all you want is telly and food and sleep and warmth? Yeah...Anyway, thanks again to kev and Eimear for putting up with me in my wojus state. I owe you both more pints than any two people should ever drink.
So, post new zealand, we rolled on into Chile. Where it was...Chilly! (i rule, honestly - good Jokes? come to Andy) Santiago, to be precise, where we suffered from jetlag, spending whole days in bed, and whole nights wondering why we couldn't sleep. Fun times. However, despite all the films - well, one - about jetlag, i still haven't had an odd non-relationship with Scarlett Johannsen. I'm holding out hope for when i hit LA.
Santiago's quite nice in an odd, nondescript way. full of shops...and underground trains...and...uh...y'know...city-like stuff.
3 days of odd Chilean food, drinks with an incontinent politics professor and his wife and a scary night out that ended in a dodgy back alley odd smelling reggae club in Santiago (at which point i called chicken and went home) And we hopped a flight to Rio.
The Most Turbulent Flight Ever. The woman next to me grabbed my arm so hard there's still little white half-moons where her nails dug into me. I was all excited because it hought we were over the Amazon, and we could crash, and have strange adventures in the jungle, where no-one's sure what's real and what's not, and it all could be part of some fat guy's mental illness, or possibly some sort of purgatory, and then Kate and i would have a stormy relationship...ok, sue me, i watch too much lost. Anyway, looked at a map today, we were nowhere near the Amazon so scratch that. But we did fly over the Andes. During which time, i sized up my flying companions and tried to work out who'd be the tastiest. (watch Alive)
Point is, arrived safely in Rio, home to the Copacabana, Ipanema beach and more song puns than any one city should have. Also, apparently, more gun-crime. In fact, it's a wonder i'm still alive, the amount of gun-crime they talk about. GUNCRIME!
you get the point. (also, heard gunshots earlier on tonight) (Mam, don't read that last sentence)
as I write, Laura, sinead and Sam are knocking around the hostel, we're talking about going out to a samba show later, and earlier today we went up to visit that big scary jesus on the rock that overlooks the city.
More soon with less delay.
posted by Andy at 4:03 AM
6 Comments:
You should have brought Joan with you - she'd have sorted out that flu with hot drinks, food, light reading and mammy-like fussing. I recommend her for all your maternal attention needs.
It's cold and raining in Dublin. Raining so much that I can't go and get a cup of coffee.
Andy, you're slipping.
"Andy's Andes"?
ah yeah, but i like to avoid the really obvious ones. like i say, only quality jokes. (also, over the andes, i was too scared that i was the most potentially delicious passenger to even think about making jokes. In fact, the guy two rows over started looking at me, and then saved his salad dressing - though to be honest, i reckon i'd go better with just a little sprinkling of paprika & turmeric than with airline salad dressing)
I woulda thought you'd be tasty roasted, with lashings of garlic, a sal trub and possibly some fresh sage.
roasted on a spit with an apple in your mouth... is it wrong that I'm getting hungry now?
I'll save you Andy! All we have to do is create some sort of delicious Andy-substitute-roast out of tofu and lentils...
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