Downtown Bird

By January 26, 2011 Peeks No Comments

After the last recap of my trip, I got a strong dose of guilt for failing to mention paft of the evening at, or actually on the way home from, Moby Dick.

On our way home, around 1 a.m., the Brazilian tricksters who convinced a certain American tourist that hair in his food on NYE was good luck, also convinced Meli that I had been kicked out of the bar for fighting, and then proceeded to vomit all over the inside of her mother’s car.

Needless to say, she was upset, so she woke Jorge, who didn’t believe a word of it – partially because I was not drunk when they left us, and because he knows who was on the other end of the phone.

He was, however, correct. Guga, Caca & Baba continued the joke until we arrived, where immediately upon seeing me, Meli could tell I had neither been in a fight, nor had I repainted the inside of her mother’s car.

Now, on to my next one.

I started the day normally – woke up around 9 and had breakfast with Oli and Meli, then got a tan on the four-foot walk from the front door to the car.

We picked up Baba and Tad, and the five of us headed downtown for a driving tour of AsunciĆ³n. Stopped by an office building to park in an underground garage I never thought I’d make it out of alive. Not because it was dangerous, but because it was not adequate enough for the building above it.

On the way to the parking garage, we passed “prostitute” park, the river and the most gorgeous policewoman I’ve ever seen directing traffic. Actually, I could have made my point just as easily without the final two words of that sentence.

Meli suggested I get out of the car and ask her for a photo. Tempting, but I decided against it.

All these landmarks got me excited about taking pictures, so I turned to the backseat and snapped a candid of the passengers. The girl in the middle wasn’t happy, so on my second attempt, she showed me her middle [finger].

The identities of the innocent have been concealed to protect their privacy.

A moment after seeing it, Olivia followed suit and also flipped off the front seat.

Before we parked and began the journey on foot, Baba suggested I hide my camera, take off my glasses and remove my shoes so I don’t get robbed. I realized when she got out of the car with her glasses on and shoes, that she was (again) full of shit.

We walked around to a few storefronts to look at local goods – jewelry, clothing and belts/hats/bags.

I purchased a dress for each of my two nieces and after walking around a bit longer, we went back to “Jorge’s” office, because his secretary wanted to see Olivia. The only reason we took the elevator to the second floor, is because I’m not convinced stairs even existed in the building.

This is going to get long (TWSS), so feel free to take a break; otherwise, continue reading about day 4 in Part 2: “The Great Jorge Mix-up.”

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