Sooooo....it´s been awhile....but we´re back! And still alive which we know you´ll be happy to hear! We left you, faithful (we hope still) followers, in Kissimmee where we had a ball of a time and swiftly moved on to Miami where we basically RAVED for the weekend. Slightly embarrassing moment when Ang broke an ornament within 2 minutes of being there, but think we breezed over that okay. It was nice to see (for Ang to meet) Sam, Terri, Will and co. and we managed to snatch a little more time by the pool whilst being sprayed with water from the lovely Lucy (don´t worry, she´s a dog).
That night we had some crazy fun watching a bunch of middle-aged drunks dancing the night away at Dino´s Game Fest, that famous festival. The Band, Live Bait, which we are now officially groupies of, was fantastic. Especially when they played Sweet Home Alabama right after Ang said ´I would love it if they played Sweet Home Alabama´. Amazing. We even had a song dedicated to us ´English friends´. What´s more we were able to try the sumptuous delights of Gator and Buffalo (not Bison Geo, they´re endangered. You will be arrested) We were cornered by a drunken Greek/Englishman who came up with some interesting similes such as ´like a submarine on ice´ and ´a racoon in headlights´. There was something about a baboon´s testicles linked with some fruit and elephants eating them but we´ve blocked that one out of our memory. Scarred for life. Unfortunately he had a really nice identical twin but we had to avoid both for the rest of the night because there was no way of telling which would shake your hand and which would try and sit on your lap. We´ve never been so insulted and entertained at the same time. Drunken dancing man also gave us some laughs, and there are pictures to prove JUST how ridiculous his dancing was - like he´d broken his toes and was tiptoeing around a puddle of urine. We had a boogie ourselves and our slick moves blew them all away of course. When we were the last to leave in the early hours and helping the band to pack up, we knew our groupie status was confirmed.
Next morning we had a lovely Easter brunch, followed by a not so lovely hired car journey to the airport since the driver, who had been to South America several times, decided to give us his life story. This mainly consisted of being shot at twice, seeing two car bombs, being in a protest, being bitten by a scorpion, seeing many deadly poisonous creatures and much more besides. All in South America of course. We seriously considered jumping out the car into the face of oncoming traffic rather than face 3 months of fear, however our immense courage prevailed...being British.
When we reached the airport there was a moment´s panic when the scary lady asked Ang to present her Yellow Fever certificate and all Ang could reply was ´we were meant to bring those?´ Luckily we were allowed to fly into Ecuador without one and Mummy and Daddy Ball came to the rescue by sending it out later to avoid any future panics.
Arrival in Quito was safe, but that´s for the next post! Coming soon to a blog near you....
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