The rhythm of a bongoist
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Apr 01, 2008
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Iquique, Chile
Monday, January 26, 2009
My trip to Iquique was probably timed equally off target. An arrival at about 2am, when the street bums find courage and the hookers find a bed. I wanted a bed too........to myself however. The rare taxi that passed was full or intoxicated, and the bus stop fell outside the boundaries of my map.
The least threatening bum searching for discarded nappies amoung the pile of road side garbage was bothered for directions on my behalf. He sized up my body to size ratio and thought sound advice better be offered. He mumbled and pointed....I followed the point and mubbled in return.
I continued down a road that I hoped would lead me further into town, yet instead became surrounded with stray dogs and people that seemed to sniff me as I passed. Geeze I thought if I have to get on all fours and lick my balls to get out of this one its going straight in the blog........Thankfully this entry is about a month delayed.......
The hostel pre-prepared was shut, and the dingy hotel next door subtley said "do not enter if you even have an inkling what the word hygien means (or know how to spell it)." I walked on.........
Surley Bonds knows theyīre gonna be in high demand soon????
I slept the night in the main square. Of course I didnīt really sleep. The pack of dogs, possibly the same ones from earlier, returned. I half jumped out of my seat with an aplogy in case I had stolen their place of sleep. The dogs in Chile are incredible. During the night they really do hunt in packs. They form little allicances, terrorizing un-housed travellers, displaced garbage and the better looking canine sorts. If you are reincarnated as a poodle in Chile........move your little curly fairy legs as fast as you can; you are in for a hiding!!!!
I survived the night and returned to the previously shut hostel to take my place. I slept the day!!! By the afternoon, I was awoken, if not by the smell then by the monotonous sound of that fucking hippie that thinks the bongo drum in some way warrants more than 3 taps. For Chirst sake.... does this shit bore the crap out of anyone else? Bad timing indeed, it was the Israeli convention of fucking bongo drums at my hostel!!!!! For a good 5 hours they girated themsleves against the drums. Talk about timing!!!!! They have the rhythm of a one legged geriatrics walking frame...tap..tap-a-dee- thwump...... The street with the sniffers and the pack-o-dogs was looking inviting...... I could have done it....... you know,....on all fours......if I had to......
Iquique was, though, a real lovley place. A kind of country and western main street with wooden side walks and old-school houses provide the place with a interesting atique feel. The beach was nice and the people friendly. I only stayed one night before heading to San Pedro desert.
"to take a hiding"......how does one spell this???
