A Swede!

Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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Friday, March 30, 2012

"Cali has an edge" claims the Lonely Planet.  If it does it's the only thing it's got.  We take a dander into the 'old town' and discover a sweaty, smelly, dirty, polluted, vehicle infested city centre with maybe two decent looking buildings.  There is nothing here.  It's going to take some serious persuading from the night life to convince me it isn't one of the worst places I've been to.  I shan't be hanging around for long.

Admittedly it does it's best as the city comes out to play.  As much as I don't like Salsa, we manage to find a great little venue that isn't as in-your-face as some places appear to be.  I've donned the kilt once again to give myself the peacock edge.  I need all the help I can get.  It appears to be working on a very attractive Swede.  A person not the vegetable.  Finally a Swedish person actually interested in me.  All my hopes and dreams have come true!  I give her a kiss on a balcony in a terrible, overly expensive club.  She asks if I want 'dorm sex'.  I reply that I'm a little bit more romantic than that, and decline.

I said no.







Seriously.





Attempting another kiss back at the hostel I'm met with a swift rebuttal, and enter a troubled sleep wondering if it was down to my smokey breath or the fact I said no to humping in a dorm room.  Did I mention I said no to having sex with a gorgeous Swedish girl?  I need my head examined.




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