It’s cold
Monday, May 31st, 2004Smello
We have left Bolivia after losing our treasured tennis ball (adopted
football) to an army barracks, when we we politely enquired whether we could
have it back the guard stroked his AK-47 and let out a laugh similar to
Skeletors. Git. Football continued to be unfair to us in Bolivia when we
played the locals for a bottle of fizzy pop. After dazzling them with our
white skin and not much else they decided that there was no set time to the
game and therefore when they were winning constituted the end of the game.
Nevermind our grand tour of the salt flats was very white, bright and cold.
In places it was smellier than one of Trigs worst ever farts as sulphur
steam shot from the ground.
The Gooberman and I are now in Chile where everything costs an arm and a
leg. Everyone is seriously loaded and we look like bloody paupers. In
attempt to fit in Prescott has pulled out his turtle neck and chinos but i
don´t think its working. Went to some place called San Pedro de Atacama
which is a splendid desert town this is where Prescott fell into the trap of
self sympathy after having a minor cold. WHINGE WHINGE WHINGE but i dont
feel well.
I have got it at the moment´so all get well soon messages will be warmly
received.
We seem to have inherited a magnet that draws public schoolpersons to us.
Everywhere we go the posh raddy ra´s are there waving daddies credit card
around and talking about their ponies.
Next to La Serena. A coastal town where we contrived to miss the f.a. cup
final, ate too much and were accosted by too of the oldest woman in Chile.
Prescott was forced to dance for four hours straight by ´the grip´ as she
was affectionately nicknamed. My 47 year old temptress spoke no english so i
informed her that as i child i ate many opal fruits and that in england i
was a stable boy.
We are currently in Santiago where we have walked a lot. Walking is rubbish
by the way. Went up to a ´smashing´ lookout place where everyone was
snogging. I had to prise Prescott and his Ricky Martin-alike fella apart.
Met more posh people, have destroyed Prescott at table tennis many, many
times. Drank some fine wines and not so fine beers. Thursday just gone we
went to a Massive Attack gig which was pretty cool ,until some 80´s DJ came
on and Prescott turned into the Abuse Monster pummeling the poor man until
he gave up.
Other things…….
Ice cream is taking over Chile we are currently averaging 1.3 scoops per
day. It is so popular that the first decision of each day is not whether to
fart or yawn it is instead King Cone or Raspberry Mivvi.
Because we constantly argue over who is lazier James (Prescs first name) and
I have have devised a tally of how many hours we´ve slept since we´ve been
away. It currently reads
Prescott…80,789
Briggs….41,612
The kids over here have watched to many Mark Hughes ´volley´ videos as they
love to drop kick, scissor kick or overhead kick our bus seats at any given
opportunity. Most of them are involved in a ´Who can scream the loudest at
3am whilst sat neat tired english people´ contest as well.
Next to a place called Pucon where it is nippley but you can do loads of
outdoor adventures.
Take care i´m off to explain to Prescott that drinking is fun and going to
bed at 10pm is not.
Briggadier xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
jamesbriggs11