Our Man in Antigua

‘seems like there’s been a few passing by lately….and no, Preparation H doesn’t work on them….and there’s no truth to the fable that the Johnny Cash ‘hit’ Burning Ring of Fire’ was originally written as a theme/slogan for the Prep H commercials…just as  ‘Genitalia’ wasn’t the name of the Italian Airline.

three guys we or might know are opening yet another business…the Pit Stop, a breakfast joint on the outskirts(where does the inskirts begin?)of town, to catch the morning commuters on their way to the City…McBurritos? who knows?

even weirder, if that’s possible, is the City Hall’s decision to clamp down on Papa Town….their sign is in English…’verboten’….what about ‘Whiskey Den’ you  might ask?….hmm…sounds like Papa Town is getting the ‘treatment’…$$$ talks, bull shit walks, as usual.

HBT, who lost his entire wallet earlier this week, in the Mercado..why did he have Murray’s auto registration in his pocket?…o hello, Murray(when he returns from his vast ranch in Texas)might have a few questions for HBT (Hill Billy Tom)

Lindsay…’sorry I missed you for your last night in town…you’re ok and in good hands…oops, avoid those…and come back anytime…you fit right in…

Frank, becoming a regular at the O’ Lot  patio? …where’s the significant other?…oops..and yes, I’m wearing those strings around my neck to attach to the granny glasses that age has doomed me to…the upside is, that when one is over the….porcelain bowl…and the glasses slip off one’s nose…they don’t fall into the  ‘drink’…

Hap, minus Joe tonight, back from their adventure in Belize…adventure? 156 tumulos counted…speed bumps…o boy..

the Monday ‘run’ to the coast to look for the Perfesser’s long lost rock is on…’found a old guide book that have specific directions on how to find it(the mayan carved rock)…the rest of it is ok, thanks to the girls at Mayan Kingdom, who (finally) found us a  hotel…Semana Satan is upon us and reservations are drying up…HBT has offered to let out his house(sic)on the river, across from Gualan, for that week…yeah, the giant pig, the semi-buried Land Rover…but there are his nieces to consider, and the river and…and there was mention of a local beach party, plus the village’s version of Semen Satan…y’now…this might just be better than doing another Holy Week here, since the finca where I hang my panamas also is the starting point for the
San Felipe processions…Stations 1 and 2 for the parade….as in I can’t avoid it, one way or the other…Gualan is sounding better by the day…HBT’s description of the annual/ritual pig slaughter might be a bit off-putting but given enough rum….hang that squealing thing up! as told earlier, this isn’t a pig in the pit or on the spit kinda thing…don’t ask…don’t tell…bring sandwiches, I’m thinking.

and, if you’re still with me..the usual monthly updates for the Amazon.com version of Our Man in Antigua-stan will be going up….more businesses(and good stuff)…whether or not my local printer gets his act together for an April print run is in the hands of any god you or I choose..Beelzelbub? are you listening?