Our Man in Antigua

Caroline C’s back in town, catching up on gossip…that alone would take a month or so…also back from the ugliest capital city in the hemisphere…Jean-Marc…Tegucigalpa…on the mountain overlooking the cesspool, the statue of Jesus and the CocaCola sign stand side by side, twin deities..’ran into another local scoundrel/scamp…Ignacio…

one of Antigua’s more charming ‘men about town’…kind of like the guy who dresses similarly and who’s dog always wears sunglasses…do not lend money to either of them, btw..know anyone who personally got bit by the ATM/card reader scam? I’d be interested in an interview but all I hear are second hand stories..on other fronts, (gastric) the series of tabs of the substance called No-Dik have been consumed and I’m a thinkin’ that it might have kicked whatever it was that i brought back from Nicaragua..o gawd, don’t let it be a return of the ol’ ‘you are what you eat’ …it’s bad enough to wait in the line at the mens’ room for the ‘three inches or shorter’ line. ..thank you, RT3, for sharing ‘No-Dik’ stories..Did John W really go to Cuba? or was it just another Cuba Libre? the trucks been dispatched back to Honduras, permanently..Tono’s in Nica, hanging at Chinandega..why, you ask? good question…probably equine-related…I’ve been green-lighted for another Nica piece(article), later in the year, after the memories of the last bus trip fade…dos Reilly’s seems to be doing fine…the cases of empty bottles in the foyer aren’t quite as high as the ‘ol’ Reilly’s but they’re getter taller…you know, maybe what’s needed is a Hell’s Angel kinda invasion…ride their Harleys into the bar, do a few donuts and create some bad-ass atmosphere..too bad there aren’t any in this country..the few i do know would love this kinda shit…yeah, i know some..nice folks, great women and they all pack heat…ask me about the Hell’s Angel momma i dated…whew,the stories..if she’d had about another 20 points on the IQ scale, we mighta been a couple..fine…out tonight, i suspect..ear to the ground, shoulder to  the wheel, nose in the…no… tomorrow? Chinese New Year! Year of the Rarebit…no, Rabbit..think I’ll go look for some wanton soup…or is it wonton? hell, it it soup yet?…a quiet night on the streets…eateries on 5ta fulla tour groups, the usual hot spots, not…go figure..nelson at the keyboard/Caffe Bourbon, Alex B of F2 explaining the patterns of business to me…he’s thinkin’ that 2011 may be the end of the recession for A-gua, biz-wise..DaVinci doing more biz than Tartines/F2 combined..WTF?..Hector’s minus the H running full..Caz Italiano slow..Dona Leonor doing a table of 30! DaMayor and his aides, going somewhere at 7 or so..why all the paratroopers in town today? M16’s as big as they are..vintage jungle boots..yep, i had some of those..ah..February..last year the invasion of Xaviera Hollander…and thank you, one and all, for hosting her and putting up with her..a chore, on all fronts…i promise never to ask you again…truly, a legend in her own mind.