Pangea’s Lounge, now with a big banner adverising ‘Hot Dogs’…5 people inside and in comes a take-out order of hamburgers from Lava…gotta be a bit crushing..Ruslan of O’lot? last day working is Saturday and then he/girl are returning to San Francisco..another good one, gone..
the town tonight? empty, barren and deserted…for the first time I saw constellations in the sky..yep, the moon was up, the clouds puffy and there’s Orion’s Belt in the eastern sky…good talks with Alex of Sobremesa re publishing/importing books…we have the same publisher and the import hurdles in Guatemala are a bit daunting…as in, i had to go sign a form at Caniz this morning allowing the opening of a package still in Miami..TSA stuff..3 f….king books, advance copies of Our Man…ooh…not like i’m importing precursor chemicals for meth labs..which would probably be easier/cheaper…
i’m getting the strong sense that Marvel of Tabacos y Vinos has flown the coop…o well..it was what it was, when it was…T&V doing a good night, never the less..and about the only place in town actually doing any trade…
and no, no word on the proposed rental on 1st avenida..nada, zip, bagels, zilch..damn..Bangalore Bob’s Place is driving me slowly more nutso daily, as if that were possible..the delectable Ms A is back from a jaunt up the Pacific coast, back into the cesspool they call Panza Verde..used, abused and put away wet..I’m still chuckleing/chuckling/whatever about the yoga retreat last month at the lake, sponsored by the same…Lama Bob…Rama Rama, Khrishna, Khrishna, Rama Rama Ding Dong..”Hi, i’m Lama Bob…” having spent a fair amount of time in India and on the West Coast, amongst shall we say, more ‘authentic’ gurus, the idea that one would actually show up with such a name…kinda like..’hi, I’m the Dolly Lama’…channeling Steven Siegal…
and thanks, for whoever ordered another copy of Our Man in Antigua today…ka-ching!…broke even on the stroll…one vodka at Ocelot, pack of cigs..and home..thank you..it’s clear, cold and the snarling little tuk-tuks are zipping around the corner, the streets are empty and quiet..wrong..not quiet, at least here..it’s almost the fin de semana..buena suerte and may the vodka never run dry.
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