Catholicism

Well, I awoke at 3pm. Could have been a fourteen hour sleep. By the
time I get out of my pit, it's 4:30, too late to do anything really. A
couple of pastries &; an OJ, whilst adoring the beauty that surround
me. Not only are the surrounding mountains a wonder to behold, but the
people are amazingly good looking too. Admittedly, the ladies arses are
larger than your average Europeans, due to a staple diet of arepas.
(Some stodgy maize bread. It's rank. Tasteless &; heavy, but every
fucker here eats them), but nonetheless, a good 40\\% of the ladies
aren't far from stunning. The remainder are fat, with more facial hair
than Grizzly Adams.

It was too late to contact Issam, as his pram shop had closed. So I had
another chilled evening. Obviously apart from the fashion conscious
chaps, there were loads of dodgy looking geezers hanging about, but my
theory is, if I strut about like I do in London &; approach their
searching eyes with a cheezer &; thumbs up, no trouble will come my
way. I really cannot understand why there is so much bad press in
relation to South America. On a selfish tip, I hope it continues, as
the last thing I want is for your Mediterranean, or newly found Goa
tribe to come over here, expect their wanky Western comforts &;
change this place. By the sound of things, Chavez is the right man to
keep this place Venezuelan, rather than a Westerners holiday resort.
Before you point out that I stayed in a four star hotel when I first
arrived. Accommodation is variable, as long as it isn't deleterious to
the local environment &; inhabitants.

I have only met Westerners, (Barring the twat I met with Horace &;
Jorge) at Bum Bum Tours &; on hearing their bourgeois conversations,
I'm bloody happy that I've been chilling in a part of town that doesn't
seem comfortable to these Tai Dai'd upper middle class hippie wannabes.
It does get on my nerves. I mean, surely you don't come all this way to
hang around in bars &; restaurants only frequented by other
westerners. Maybe I'm a freak, I don't know, but my idea of visiting a
country is to firstly meet the locals &; secondly to check out the
place.

Bars - strange entity really. There aren't exactly many about. The
locals or should I say, blokes, just tend to chill outside their local
off licence &; drink Polar Beer until collapse. There are hardly any
women on display during the twilight hours, unless accompanied by a
fella or father. I've never liked Catholicism.