Drinking p#ss

April 10th, 2010: Last night I was extremely behind in sampling the local beers for this country, needing to confirm that there is no good beer in South America...just p#ss. Since I had some major catching up to do, I sampled all off them. Needless to say, it was a long night.

Inside the bar, I felt like I was back in California as the Oakland A´s and the Anaheim Angles were playing a baseball game on the 7 or so big screens. It addition to this, most of the music was in English and it was at a decibel level where I could not hear anyone speaking anything - they all could have been speaking Gibberish and I wouldn't have even known.

Meeting some locals, I ended up dancing...quite poorly might I add. I felt as if rigimortous might have set in over the past few weeks. Going back out tonight, I will see if I can get the built up rust out of my sockets prior to me doing a bus marathon in the next day or two. I am hoping that I will not take too much damage on my left and right cheek during this marathon nor freeze to death in the Arctic-like buses as I make my way toward Medellin, Colombia.

Next time I need to...read

April 8th, 2010: The next time I head to a town in the Andes I must not assume that it is going to be some cute little scenic retreat from the big city. I must honestly say that I was disappointed after passing all these beautiful scenic villages with my face plastered to the window not sure if the one I was passing though was the town I was trying to get to, Merida. Thinking that that this place was at most 12-15 thousand people ended up being 350,000. Staring out my window I passed a McDonalds...and for once...I was not "lovin it."

Tomorrow I will leave this city to do some hiking and head to the small villages where all of the tourist stands are selling a wide array of souvenirs items made by the locals...and China.