Sit Down Next To Me
Trip Start
Aug 09, 2007
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Trip End
Jan 20, 2008
Tired. That's how I feel. Doing next to nothing can be draining, at times. Santiago. Pleasant town. Capital, even. A capital place. As it were. Hot. During the day, at least. Cold at nights.
It does have a good swimming pool in the park. Open air. Somewhere to lie back, and occasionally plunge, in the sweltering afternoon. Also, lots of cats seem to inhabit the park. And a large statue of the Virgin Mary. On top of the hill. Not as impressive as a Big Jesus of Rio, and certainly outshone by the planned Big Puskas of Colliers Wood, but still, they tried.
The journey here was far too long. Twenty three hours. That shouldn't be allowed. Particularly when the bus insisted on showing a dire selection of films. No Segal in sight. And one particularly awful thing involving a dog that worked for the FBI, and a child. Dogs and children - could anything make it worse? I suppose the company could employ someone to punch you repeatedly in the head, asthe film went on. They didn't.
The hostel is friendly, though. People go out drinking, and things. Or stay in drinking. Regular social events. All good. I even went to the ballet on the first night I was here. Performance of The Nutcracker in Plaza De Armas.
But still. The heat. Lethargy. It's encouraged.
And I have to be back in this city in five weeks to get a flight home. There is the South beckons before that, however. Tomorrow, it starts. Tomorrow. It will be colder.
And I still have another three weeks worth of malaria tablets to take. Or anti-malaria ones. I'm not sure which. I was told of fun side-effects, including psychiatric problems. Madness. I suspect they put mercury in, just to make them more interesting. I would. After all, making drugs must be a pretty boring job. Once all the research and so on is comlpete, the actual manufacturing of them would be to a strict formula - the one they have a licence for, and have determined works. No room for creativity. Unless you add mercury. Mad as a hatter, I imagine. But still, it's probably for the best.
It does have a good swimming pool in the park. Open air. Somewhere to lie back, and occasionally plunge, in the sweltering afternoon. Also, lots of cats seem to inhabit the park. And a large statue of the Virgin Mary. On top of the hill. Not as impressive as a Big Jesus of Rio, and certainly outshone by the planned Big Puskas of Colliers Wood, but still, they tried.
The journey here was far too long. Twenty three hours. That shouldn't be allowed. Particularly when the bus insisted on showing a dire selection of films. No Segal in sight. And one particularly awful thing involving a dog that worked for the FBI, and a child. Dogs and children - could anything make it worse? I suppose the company could employ someone to punch you repeatedly in the head, asthe film went on. They didn't.
The hostel is friendly, though. People go out drinking, and things. Or stay in drinking. Regular social events. All good. I even went to the ballet on the first night I was here. Performance of The Nutcracker in Plaza De Armas.
But still. The heat. Lethargy. It's encouraged.
And I have to be back in this city in five weeks to get a flight home. There is the South beckons before that, however. Tomorrow, it starts. Tomorrow. It will be colder.
And I still have another three weeks worth of malaria tablets to take. Or anti-malaria ones. I'm not sure which. I was told of fun side-effects, including psychiatric problems. Madness. I suspect they put mercury in, just to make them more interesting. I would. After all, making drugs must be a pretty boring job. Once all the research and so on is comlpete, the actual manufacturing of them would be to a strict formula - the one they have a licence for, and have determined works. No room for creativity. Unless you add mercury. Mad as a hatter, I imagine. But still, it's probably for the best.



Comments
drugs
In the pharmaceutical industry, we don't much bother with research any more. Rather, we just say what we want about the drugs then chuck a load of acid in the mix so that we'll have some side effects for journalists to write articles and make documentaries about. Everyone wins!
I was thinking that you should go back to Brazil. I'm sure there are some jokes about nuts and having your genitals shaved that you could get out of it.
Anyway, continue having fun rubbing shoulders with old Nazis. I expect you'll be arrested on your arrival back in the UK. Certainly you should be arrested if the police have been paying any attention to the tip-offs I've been sending them. The police and the Anti-Nazi League. They'll be there at the airport holding signs with 'Dr Salts' written on them, and looking a bit stern. Mark my words.