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From: angelina
Category: Other stuff
Date: 27 October 2004
One good thing about travelling is meeting new people and last night we sat down to a mixed table again, myself, my travel companion Annie, a woman who works in Arrial (M) and a traveller (C)whom Id met earlier that day. M was a real local who had lived here for years and she worked as a tour orgniser arranging horse trekking and scuba diving. I had met C today on the beach. Annie had been in the hotel for most of the day and I walked for miles on the beach, on the way back Id stopped for a drink at a beach hut and we started chatting, a law school teacher from Puerto Rico whod taken sabbatical on top of his summer leave to travel for six months around South America, researching his new book. After a few drinks and a hearty philosophical argument about the nature of evil, we decided to meet up for dinner later on. M had tickets to sell for a show tonight, so after dinner we went down to the club, and sat through a slightly dodgy African floorshow, good dancers and music but a bit un-PC, metallic bodies and headresses and fire etc...Chairs were then cleared to make way for a disco, and under the leaky tarpaulin we danced until the techno beats got a bit hardcore and then the dancefloor was empty, except for the slender figure of V, a transvestite. We got chatting as she had the figure and the moves of a professional dancer which Annie and I were admiring, got on so well that we went off to the next bar after the club shut. By this time M had gone home but it was us three gringos and V, who seemed to be a celebrity round these parts. The local bar was really local, away from the tourist throng, a simple shack with chairs outside and a shy waitress who looked around 14. We had a beer and then a man appeared with his drum, playing for whoever would put money in his hat. As soon as he started, the barman turned off the music and brought out a tambourine, another guy happenend to have some maracas and the whole place was full of lambada-samba-ing bodies. Later V invited us back to hers for a post drink drink. Down a dark alley and into a rented room, on the way there she related her story of how she was going to save up and get her boobs done but not her penis. Her place smelled of incense and a small black kitten curled up on her bed, attempts to make the place homely with plants and pictures did not detract from the squalor, when she shut the door a knife was embedded in on the inside, ready, just in case she had unwanted visitors.A bit of cachaca was drunk, she said excuse me and started to melt down some heroin. Chatted some more about her operations, she wants a man she can settle down with, not just a one night stand. After giving us a stick of incense each, she walked us back to the hotel. Off she went to continue partying. We made vague arrangements to meet on the beach today, but we will proabably never meet again.
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