Ahoyholahoy good peeps of Blighty
I am well and surprisingly not hungover thanks to vast water ingestion. After the last blogging I had a cold shower for two reasons, one I miss my girl soooo much and two there is no hot water here. Genzy took a spin on Sir Humphrey. I´m not sure what to make of mis expression on returning:
We sat around with new firnds Big and Little Hugo waiting for Mrs Genzy to arrive drinking rum, Smirnoff ice, Cuba Libre and talking about bikes, girls, places to visit, petrol and Hugo Chavez (popular with the very poor and loathed by everyone else apparently). Big Hugo made it his mission to get me plastered and almost succeeded but I knew I´m already in enough discomfort without that too. Mrs Genzy arrived who is delightful and clearly what one can only describe as a classic South American Beauty. Not a patch on my girl but nevertheless pretty hot. I guess the evenings photos are a little blurry as this is how we all saw the world.
This is me, Genzy and the two Hugos with A Sir Humphrey - Africa Twin sandwich:
Eventually we left for Max´s appartment via Genzy`s to swap cars for some reason from a little Chevy town car to Genzy behemouth of a Chevy pickup. The inside was as big as my dinning room! But this was not the impressive thing. The impressive thing was Genzy`s 1967 Ford Mustang V8. The Chrome Mustang from the grill is being repaired before you ask. It is mint and a real beauty and I want one:
At Max´s (only 2 1/2 hours late) I put my doctor´s hat on for the second time, barring treating myself, and found that Sandra (Mrs Max) was ok apart from whiplash and bruising. I doled out painkillers and advice. For Mrs Genzy I diagnosed costochondritis and did the same. We then settled down to Chilean smoked salmon (Sandra sells it) which was very nice and then Max`s spag bol, also nice. Over dinner the Zapegato decided to ride with me for a day to (I think) Puerto Cruz and we will pop in and see Max and his boat in construction on the way. I can´t wait.
Also over dinner I admitted my frustion at over 50days without sex and Max offered me his bathroom and collection of Playboys. I generously declined but it was funny when I needed a pee and emerged to cheers! I also discovered that for 50 days I have been answering people´s questions about my age with the statement `I have 34 arseholes´. It turns out that years, spelt ano, is pronouced an-yo and not as it is spelt. Good lesson that.
By 1am I made it to bed and slept erratically thanks to my vast water consumption and chest pain. This morning, as now is my habit, I have to roll over onto my front, pull up my knee, crouch and then stand to be able to get out of bed but it works! I have a nice bruise or two also:
I now blog just waiting for the Zapegato boys to arrive and we´re heading off. They are pleased to now have a branch of Zapegato in the UK and I´ve vowed to do my best to live up to the standards of riding your bike, having fun and being a good bloke.
TTFN,
Zapegato Tigger
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