Deep Lakes, Old Fellas and Young Women
Trip Start Apr 17, 2001
235Trip End Ongoing
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The fishes are of the chiclid species
Amphilophus Chancho - (pig in Spanish)
Las Penitas - on the Pacific coast of Nicaragua
The Canadian man had just finished telling me of how he was invited to a funeral and wound up marrying the dead man's wife. And the troubles he encountered bringing his new young bride back to Canada.
'She's nothing but a whore and you're a sex-slave trader.'
"That's what the son-of-a-bitch at the Canadian embassy told me." he said with angry, saddened eyes
"The bastards! How callous." I responded, wanting to say 'You're in your mid-fifties, are really big around the middle and have teeth that are in need of major dental work. But you've got yourself a pretty, young 25 year old.' I would have liked to have continued, 'Did you ever try marrying a woman thirty years your junior back home? And if so, how successful were you?'
But I said no more. I wanted Ellen to come quickly and save me from the Canadian. Then, like a distracted puppy, the sadness evaporated and the anger vanished as the man explained that he thought we could become good neighbours; that I should buy a piece of property from him in the hills overlooking the sea.
I wanted to ask, 'Do I get a girl with the purchase, or ...' then suddenly Ellen arrived and took me away.
Later, I told Ellen, seeker of truth and justice, of my encounter with the man.
"You're quick to jump to conclusions." she said. "You don't even know that man. How do you know that it's not true love?"
"You've been to the brothel called Thailand. Seen this before. Of course it's true love. He truly loves being able to own a woman, young enough to be his grand-daughter and she truly loves not being poor anymore."
"Well I think..." Ellen paused, then said "Look at the big bunch of bananas in that tree over there."
I smiled in victory. She smiled back in defeat. I'd won my first argument in our three month journey. My first in 2008.