King Chango Save the Day

The day of reckoning has arrived. Can I get money or is a visit to
the British Embassy inevitable. I have a bad feeling. Whilst walking to
Bum Bum Tours, the brightness of the sun has basically made vision
impossible. I can't keep my eyes open - tears are streaming. I'm gonna
have to sit down for a while, this is dangerous. Hopefully vision will
be restored soon. What a plum though, in my pissed up haze when I left
England, I forgot my shades, waterproofs, the lot. Bought my work
glasses &; some paperwork though???

Last day in Venezuela. It's going to be funny seeing Keels again. Last
time I saw him was about 4 months ago. We shared spliff in Battersea
Park. Unsure as to whether we'll be sharing spliff in Bogota though, as
he works for the British Council, teaching English. He is deemed a
diplomat. Unbelievable really, the porker is nothing but a caner like
the rest of the crew from Blighty. Maybe he is a new man, but I very
much doubt it. We're to spend a weekend with his friends in Bogota,
then the pair of us will fly to Leticia, which is in the Amazon, on the
borders of Colombia, Peru &; Brazil. It used to be part of Peru, but
due to the amount of white powder travelling up the Huallca valley to
the Colombian cartels, the Peruvian Government seemingly couldn't be
arsed with the hassle of controlling the situation &; decided to
give the land to Colombia. That was jolly nice of them.

We're to do a trek for a few days, then either fly or get a boat to
Iquitos in Peru. From there, another flight &; eventually we'll find
our way to Nasca to see the infamous lines &; Incan cemetery. A
couple of days in Nasca/Lima, then back home, dropping Keels off in
Bogota. Should be shit hot, but I've got to get to Bogota first.

Half an hour of sitting in the shade of a tree &; my eyesight is
beginning to restore itself. Quite pleasant really - Gomez playing on
my walkman. Bum Bum brought no joys, but I came up with an idea of
getting my hands on some dinero. Exchange a ska cd I bought a week ago
for some money. Jorge said this would not work. The geezer in the shop
said no, but if my visa electron card worked, I could pay using that
&; get the equivalent in cash. I said okay &; waited for the
inevitable to happen. But... the inevitable didn't happen. My card was
accepted. We both sat aghast! 10,000 Bs - shit hot. Excited by this, I
got Jorge to ask the man whether he could sort us out with a further
20,000 Bs, if I buy another CD. He obliging sorted it, with an extra
2,000 Bs commission. Good business. Jorge told me that I had won the
game.

Paid for last night in hotel, reserved enough for the airport tax &;
a light snack tomorrow &; paid a last visit to Jorges brother. The
evening was spent in my hotel room gibbering about how an electrical
engineer can use his study in life as well as in work. (i.e. there are
various individual elements contributing towards one thing happening).
A few diagrams, yoga &; karate poses later, there was a knock on the
door &; it was none other than the magician, Horace, pissed again.
The hotel staff seemed peeved that I invited him into my room. I wasn't
too happy myself, until he produced a bag of weed into the equation.
Knocked up 3 neat spliffs. Consumed - mindless TV, then Horace
announced that he was from another dimension in the universe.

'The door to the other dimension is now open - ask me any
question.'

'Okay Horace, what shall I do when I return to England?'

'Que?'

'Well, you said that I use too much energy at work. If I left work, how
will I survive?'

'Errr-errr-mm--mm'

'Cheers mate.'

On that note, I told the chaps that it was getting a little late &;
could they please leave. After about half an hour of coaxing them out
the door, they finally left with a number of gifts. One of the hotel
reception geezers in the hotel told me to leave. I looked at him
quizzingly &; sternly. His chick told him to stop being a
fool.

I packed up the last of my belongings &; crashed out.