whatever….i was going to go back to town tonight…coffeed up, preparing to gird my loins (shower,fresh clothes)until ennui reared it’s head and the dark clouds that might mean rain later began to circle and I sloshed three fingers of Ron Botran in the coffee cup..o well..
the Marvelous Marbel is STILL working at Lava…we passed earlier by La Merced, where she was running just a bit late for work. So? So what? it’s Monday, dammit.
Thank you, JR, for sharing your Jeffrey Lynn Cassman aka Don Marco book with me…it brought back a load of memories of those times, what 3 or 4 years ago now? and of the people, the schemes, the scams (which never quit in this quaint little burg we call home). If you know JR, ask him for a copy. one thing about Antigua, is there’s always a haven for scoundrels although, from my point of view, there seems to be fewer, at least of the more colorful variety. I could be wrong (and yes, I frequently am).
another only in Antigua sight…Bodegona, our somewhat super market? go by the cash registers on the 5th Calle side and observe the display of colorful condoms and the vibrating…uh, ‘personal’ thing..now that they’ve enlarged the wine/liquor section nearby, is this some kind of marketing ploy? Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker? apologies to O. Nash, of course.
looks to me like there’s a floating poker game most every night in town…texas hold ’em, at this bar or hostel..so? why not? I’d go but I’d have to concentrate too much and I’m trying to avoid that as much as possible..
and yes, plans are congealing to return to Salama’ next month, for another shot at finding ‘something’ worthy of photos/decent article-wise. A series/set of pages with info, given a rundown department/town of minerals nearby came into my possession, so I’m lining up monthly excursions to same…some very surprising deposits, stuff I wouldn’t have imagined being here..no, not ‘coprolites’..that’s a description of some bench people and habitue’s of certain bars..it’s not enough that there’s already too many bars in this town but that the various owners/operators are always feuding/back-biting and just screwing with each other…some owe money to others(fuggedaboutit) some have ‘interests/points/’investments’…hah..kiss it goodbye as in ‘try to collect.’ No, I hear things but it goes no further. Too petty, too ‘typico’
hey! how about another three fingers of Botran? the patio calls, the fountain splashes and you can stick a fork in me, because I’m done.
Our Man in Antigua 
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