Hello again readers!
We just can't get enough of this blogging at the moment!
We've been pretty lame with seeing some of the sights that Santiago has to offer, mainly due to late nights and a hangover here (aqui) and there (ahi)! What can I say - the Chilean wine is excellent! Yet we have still had laughs a plenty along the way. You already know of the BBQ to beat all others, but I swear we've not even reached the best laughs yet. And I'm not even including all the random sayings used by Canadians that sound ridiculous to us. Lame sauce and sketchy are to name only a couple.
Amy got drunk one night and all of a sudden began serenading me with the cookie monster song from Sesame Street. I felt both flattered and shocked at this as it came from nowhere! I soon managed to bribe her with a packet of cookies to sing it to the other guys and we were all in hysterics. She also began singing a romantic ballad at the top of her voice while a couple sat right behind us were trying to make out. They soon stopped and turned round in bewilderment at this drunk Canadian girl blurting out some song I forget the name of with cookie crumbs all round her mouth!
Well, we were drinking in the mud hut that is the bar at our hostel with Amy and some new found friends: Kyle, Faye and Ron. We got to playing a couple of drinking games including 21 and Fives. I'd never heard of Fives before but soon got the hang of it after what seemed like a lot of beer. We soon got to introducing ourselves round the table and Ron from Holland somehow heard Mike as Lloyd! How the hell he heard that is a mystery to us all as we were all sober at this point. I'm used to being called Mark by all the South Americans and I practically introduce myself as Mark now just to make things easier, but Lloyd!? Really?
Of course we all started feeling the effects soon enough and Smole had lost a round of Fives instead of me for once - I saw that as a mini miracle for my recuperation all right! But he took forever to down the 5 fingers he was supposed to and started getting all sorts of verbal abuse. Amy then called him soft, like a peach as they bruise easily and the name has stuck ever since. So now we have the wonderful adventures of Lloyd and Peach! Smole prefers the Spanish version - durazno, making him sound like a count, but I'm sure to always call him Peach. No we haven't turned gay if any of you were thinking it! Amy is now Emily after a mix up with her washing being mis-labelled.
Two of Amy's friends arrived a few days later and we were on the PC´s when one of the friends said I looked a lot like a friend of theirs from back home. It turns out he's going to be in the next winter Olympics competing as a biathlete (cross country skiing and shooting). We soon found a picture on Google and even I have to admit we could be twins! So I now have an extensive list of names to which I answer to: Mark, Lloyd and Brendan Green! Customs is going to be a nightmare I can tell!
Well Amy and co have now sadly left us and we have been left to fend for ourselves, still knowing only Spanglish, which Amy had taught us as she had been learning it whilst over in Chile. Of course my memory is pretty poor now and Uni seems a lifetime away, so I can only quote pina or pineapple to any Spaniards that care to speak to me with hola and no lo intiendo thrown in for good measure. I found it makes chatting to women particularly difficult -especially after a few drinks! Pointing at the table and stating its Spanish equivalent was hardly romantic, but I had used up all the rest of my limited Spanish all too quickly!
Me and Smole soon decided to meet some people from the hostel in a club with an azul door (that's blue door to you!). Of course we arrived on the right street but only found a blue club and ended plumping for it as it was our best bet. We bet wrong! As we had to pay to enter we were hardly going to pay to stare at the interior and then leave! So we ended staying for a couple of hours for drinks and dancing - I managed the dancing for a while until my foot felt like it was going to fall off and left Smole with his attempts at seducing a woman with his dancing as I told him the speaking part gets pretty difficult! Guess what? He failed! I returned to find Smole ranting away and pointing at ´that guy in the checked shirt!´ Of course, Smole was trying to get with this guys girlfriend! After Smole asked this girl what the sign was that the guy made at him Smole went mildly berserk, which was rather funny. He was now more drunk than me and had learned that the guy was making the L sign for loser at him, which Smole got downhearted about! After bribing Smole with beer we managed to leave the club alone and return to the hostel at 6am after some grub.
I'm off to pack for New Zealand now folks - Ciao for now! Pics should be up in no time now I'm sure.