St Andrews Day

A happy St Andrews day to you all

My Gift from Olya

Very lovely it is, a set of shot glasses, and a hip flask

Thank you for the photo frame, and the shot glasses and flask ladies

Thank you for the photo frame, and the shot glasses and flask ladies

Gary Speed,

(8 September 1969 – 27 November 2011)
Welshman, Footballer, Commentator

Mi Rosa

I have changed the spelling of her name, to avoid spam. I want to tell the world, why she is great. Stephanie is a long term reader of my blog,
She has been reading consistently for the last year at least.
Anyway, firstly the name is lovely. It graces the legend Ms Germanotta, the pride of New York. I always liked the name. There is Stefanie powers, Ms Jennifer Hart
Now currently gracing screens, again
There was a Brazilian girl, I had a thing for in college. However enough of these girls. Stephanie is in a class by herself.
I remember the first time, I met her in person. I was at the Airport in Chile. It was late, it was 1.30 am.
Stephanies, flight had left Peru, a few hours earlier, but the time difference between either side of the Andes, had meant she would arrive in the small hours, in Chile
I waited for her nervously. scenario’s running in my mind, what if she does not show? What if she is kept all night at immigration?
Will the taxi driver wait for us? What if she exitsby the other door?  What if the airport closes
Well, as I pondered and pondered, my questions were answered
She looked so elegant. Her hair is long and dark, it matches her eyes. Her face is oval shaped, and feminine. She has very soft and full lips.
She was wearing high heeled boots, which made her, just a touch taller than me. So it looked to everyone, like I was meeting a model. A beautiful exotic model
I escorted her safely through the terminal, and we went to Santiago, but first I presented her, with a small plush version of Paddington bear.
As both, Patsuro and Sthephanie are compatriots

She is modest, like a school girl, and very refined. I accompanied her to church twice. One in Chile, in the heart of Las condes. The richest neighbourhood, in the richest city of a continent.
Where she looked elegant and pious. I was very proud to walk along the street after church, with her. It was a long way, for my little rose. Who was in high heels. But we returned safely
The other time, in Peru, on streets of jerry built shops, and dust. She tells me off for picking my nose.  She blushed and blushed when her father saw us kissing.
She worries about my health. When I fell, in Santiago. We were walking around that park, which is just up from the Plaza Italia. The cities main bus terminus, is at one end, and the students
have their lair at the other end. We were walking through the park. She did not like my grey j crew, tracksuit bottoms, because they are worn. I fell.
There was a manhole cover, concealed by the dust of a bike track
I did not notice. I was confused by a sign, quite common in Chile. It is of ice-cream. Imagine a cornetto, and its marked as savoury. Its very confusing
Yes something sweet, is advertised, with the words, for things which are not sweet. I pointed at this. Than I fell. Than I fell, again. Than I threw a tantrum because it hurt,
My hands hurt. My arm bled. Than I was feeling stupid. Stephanie took care of me. This was a day, when she was feeling not to well, herself. Earlier, she had to sit down,
because of an upset stomach. However, Stephanie cleaned and bound my wounds.

She would regale me, with hot tea, and cake. When I had a cold. Despite wanting to dance, and drink long drinks, with umbrellas.

Her great passion is gastronomy. I had the great pleasure of accompanying her to a Peruvian eatery. A great patriot. She would comment, on when the music, was Peruvian, and when it
was from one of the other countries of the Andes, or South America. She introduced me to Yellow dishes of sweet potato. To dried fish, and onions, and rice. Exotic cordials, and Inca cola
She even cooked for me. My apartment in Lima, wanted for a stove. Stefany improvised a delicious chicken meal. With Peruvian condiments, which made my mouth water. The condiments were wrapped in leaves. It was not like food, that I had ever eaten before. However it was still delicious

Family is her second great passion. I don’t want to talk to much on this, for fear of sharing, that which was shared with me in confidence. She is comfort and great strength to her brothers and sisters. The joy of her father, she gets on well her mother.
From this she draws her strength as a teacher. I had the pleasure of meeting two of her students. Two little angels, working hard, to improve their English.
She worked patiently with one. The younger. The younger has excellent pronunciation . No doubt, because she has been set, a fine example, by her teacher. She is serene, as she works. One would imagine, one of the muses made flesh

Kasia

Farewell Kasia

At 8.38 on Wednesday the 23 of November. I dropped Kasia, my dell streak phone.
All attempts at reviving her, failed

My coya,
My rose
My angelito

Happy birthday

Strange thought

Strange thought

I was reading the Journal.ie

http://www.thejournal.ie/in-pictures-dominic-west-at-trinity-college-dublin-285933-Nov2011/
Dominic West is an old Etonian

David Cameron is an old Etonian too

http://www.thejournal.ie/in-pictures-dominic-west-at-trinity-college-dublin-285933-Nov2011/

The too are three years apart 1966-1969.

So there is a strange universe. Where Dominic West, is PM, of GB and David Cameron, is doing DVD commentaries

Postcard from Venice

Apparently when someone asks, you why you do not rob banks, your supposed to say, because its wrong. Rather than stating the fact, that you do not own a firearm!

Doctor Who Birthday card.

A gift from my sister who has moved to Manchester in the UK. The ''Oncoming Storm'' and the lovely Amelia Pond
Sent as Birthday greetings.

Malchera in Santiago

Malchera, in Santiago

Malchera is frowning, in Peru and Chile. 10 000 miles away from home and still grumpy!

Get Well Soon

Get well soon Stefany rosa

( I have arrived back home. I am sick as a dog, and tired. Putting my room and world back to sense)

Back, in Santiago.
Mi Stefany saw me off, at the Airport
I miss her

Louche in Lima.

I did not feel well this morning. I should have gone to accompany Stefany to school. I feel sad because I did not. However I had a sore throat and upset stomach today. As Stefany notes eating microwave after it has been frozen is a recipe for an upset stomach. As my angel headed off to work lookinh bonnie in her bright  blue hoodie. I had been snacking all day yesterday too. Eating petit pan and pate. Chips and baby tomatos. Today I have tried to cut down on my eating.  while I wait for my Coya. I bought underwear today. I had just about run out of clean clothes. Strangely at the second place I picked up some reg grundies. A shop assistant held onto my clothes as I paid for my order at the till. I also got two t shirts. I spent the morning wondering arround park kennedy
Listening to a brief concert by university of Lima students. There was a university by my hotel in the country to the south. Chile . South america has a youthful air. I like this. I am the oldest person in the room often enough. Also the hairest and ugliest. It seems I am like an animal. Well as happy as a pig in lima

Today in lima

Helped two little girls. With their English homework. I worked on past tenses of English. I answered a quiz. Including the size of the largest lake in the world. I answered questions about hooligans and urban foxes. Than i had tea

Lima

My room and view in Lima

Eighth of Nov

I went to a Peruvian restaurant and walked around the Chilean national library. Than a picnic with Stef

Stefany bear at the Irish pub with me.

Mi rosa di lima en santiago. I am very happy . My angel. My darling. My love

I went to the Irish pub. I had a donegal roll, which includes advocado. I drank the local stout. I have a hangover

Santiago de Chile

Hola from Santiago

My electronics are not working. So it is difficult, for me communicate online. Chile uses a different plug!

The flight was hellish long. 13 hours. I think I slept a little, but I was fixated on how crowded the plane was, and other negative thoughts. That I did not drift off. Unlike the Standard operating procedure when crossing the Atlantic, there was no persoanl screen, no games, and no flight map

I read a book on the Tudors. As I kept having to move for people walking up and down in the Bathroom. I have not been impressed by Iberia, as an Airline. The food was alright though, but 13 hours and no flight map, no personal screen please.

Waited half an hour to clear customs-immigration at Santiago. I had to eat a lot of beef jerky, I had bought, in case we were not fed on the flight, before I landed. Meats and cheese are not allowed in chile

The countryside outside Santiago, is like a Western. Wild and beautiful. The town, reminds me of a cross between Florence. Green hills, and old Mediterranean architecture, and the greenery and skyscrapers, of Charlotte NC

I changed rooms, my first room seemed to be next to a generator. The changed my room, quickly. I e-mailed Paola. I showered. I went for a walk around the hotel. I got cash from an ATM, and tried to find an adaptor.
No joy. I bought some snacks, and water. In a shop. I think I may have used a vastly too large note.

I went back to sleep.

Paola, called at 6pm. I went downstairs, to meet her. I was amazed how much she resembled Princess. I am sure, I will be slapped hard, the next time, Robyn sees me.

Paola, drove me through the Santiago traffic. We dropped off her friend. Who lives a stones throw away from the most dangerous street in the republic

From there escorted by Bryan, a courageous dog, of most noble Siberian lineage. I spoke to him, in Russian

Ms Paola invited me into her home, and I was offered tea. I admired her beautiful art, dragons, and lions that would have pleased the royal college of heraldry.

Than to an Argentine diner where I dined on fired eggs, chips and steak. My companion, and guide retired home, after ward, to continue her never ending work. I went to bed, and slept under the southern cross