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March 24th
Dinner last night with Lufthansa was a scream, they were all so nice to me. I now have a view from the other side and understand how frustrating it can be providing food and comfort to some real a*******s!! Apparently the Indians are the worst and one of the girls did a hysterical impression of one of her recent passengers.
I spent quite some time explaining the concept of “having an arse like a Japanese flag” which they finally understood amid much laughter. Seems they do have a good sense of humour after all!!
It was a four course meal with wine – a bit sweet for me. Quite spicy soup, then a crispy tortilla with meat veg and cactus (no spines), then a beef stew with rice and veg and a strawberry mousse. Delicioso! (Thanks Dora the Explorer for the spanish lesson)
Went to bed last night with a muffin – no not a stud muffin, a chocolate one in a bowl. It was
Uschi’s idea so that I could have a bite of muffin and take some Ibruprofen if my ribs hurt. You are supposed to have something to eat with the tablets to protect your stomach.
I woke up in the middle of the night, groped about for my pills and then remembered the muffin. Could I find it? No, all I could find was the lamp. Maybe I had left it on the chest of drawers?
Well what a good job that I put the light on first!! There was the muffin, the whole thing heaving with hundreds of little white ants. You would not have believed the speed that I got up, poorly ribs forgotten, threw open the door and hurled the muffin outside the door onto the patio, bowl and all, and slammed the door shut.
I spent the next 15 minutes being a mass murderer with my deodorant spray and a large wad of toilet paper. At least they died fragrantly!
It was then I noticed that my outside door had re-opened somehow and allowed a cockroach, the size of a small pony to saunter in. After a bit of a chase I caught the little b*****, more deodorant and out he went, along with the muffin.Went back to sleep and felt much better in the morning. This didn’t last though because one of my wooden drawers got stuck and I irritated the ribs again trying to open it. It remained firmly shut so I then had to pull out the drawers above and empty it. That or just go to breakfast in my bra and jeans – all my tops were in there!!
Strangely enough when I looked outside in the morning there was no sign of the muffin or the plate. Now I know ants are strong but the bowl as well?
Met Katrin at breakfast – she works here, having stayed after her second holiday. She is 5 months pregnant so we had a long chat about baby things and then she told me that they would be changing my room – a kind of complimentary upgrade.
I was given one of the deluxe rooms in the main house that opened out into a charming little courtyard which was furnished with tables and chairs, sun loungers and beautiful flowers. It was right next to everything, the dining room, the conservatory and the library/sofa area. It is a really pretty looking room, masses of space and a nice shower area. I was very grateful, because as the only guest down in the Pueblito rooms, I had felt a bit isolated.
So this is an upgrade holiday it would seem! Hope it lasts through to the flight home.
Went out this morning on a photo shoot and have just spent a frustrating time trying to
get Facebook to play the game and create a new photo album. It really is frustrating–
I’ll try again later on.Not many guests this week, today is a Lufthansa pilot called Jurgen – he is on his 14th visit and is out riding at present. Tomorrow there is a single lady coming and
a couple of Indians on a whistle stop tour of Mexico.
Looks like it was a good job that I didn’t manage the Facebook album as it would have exceeded the ranch download limit and they would have been offline for 24 hours. So it appears that I can’t send any photos from here without causing a serious dent in the ranch’s future bookings.
Had lunch with Katrin and Uschi in the kitchen with the rest of the staff, prepared by a lovely young man called Vale pronounced Ballet. He is only 22 and looks and cooks like an angel. And he cleans floors and is thoroughly domesticated!! Rare as hen’s teeth!
On a darker note - It appears that the mountain behind us is known locally as Witch Mountain and a coven meets up there after dark – lights have been seen....... They are vampiric and drink the blood of babies and young animals. Babies are bedded down locally with a cross under the mattress and one over thebed.
Hope they don’t find out I’m a registered blood donor!
Just spent a while in the hot tub massaging my back and am doing a splendid impression of
a white prune. Bit more overcast this afternoon but the temperatures are 80ish with a lovely cooling breeze. We are in the dry season over winter but nobody’s told the waterfall as it is cascading over the cliff at a rate of knots.
The farmers here are not like farmers at home, they just have a couple of cows and a few sheep and spend all day moving them on horseback across the land which is common ground, which is also the reason we are able to ride all over the countryside with no gates or fences to worry about. There is a respectful ,unwritten rule that you don't ride across the fields but stick to the uncultivated margins.
It’s nearly time for the sun to pass over the yardarm, so I’m off to learn how to make a proper Margarita, 60 pesos (£3.00) but hopefully worth every penny. Then it’s dinner en famille with the staff and the Lufthansa pilot, more chances to try out my feeble German.
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