Cock roaches

Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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Thursday, April 19, 2012

I open my eyes to discover my face is buried in a pile of clothes.  We're up too late to check out so we might as well stay one more night and use the day to recover and contemplate the utter idiocy that took place previously.  It's all fun and hilarity now, with Paddy pissing himself laughing every opportunity, but it really was a dumb thing to do.  I should have been robbed to teach myself a lesson. 

The place is alive with cock roaches.  Paddy scares the hell out of me when he screams like a girl as one crawls over his pillow.  I scream like a girl as one crawls into my back pack, after I fail to drop the Lonely Planet on it.  I wounded a cock roach and it took it's revenge.  I spend the next half an hour timidly emptying out the contents onto the floor with a flashlight and a worried brow.  I'm happy I've found a kindred spirit in Paddy, two grown men utterly terrified of crawling things heading into the Amazon basin.  It should be a barrel of laughs.

I try to persuade him to go out again, as my itch has not been scratched and I want to meet the Russian, leaving my laptop in the hostel.  Heavy rain soon changes my mind, so we bed down for the night after a day of faffing.  An early start is planned to put some distance between us and this festering stink hole.  Unless someone steals my bank card.  Again.

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