OK I don’t manage to leave today. I might go tomorrow.
Instead a new and very sociable crowd arrives and very nice folk they are too. Oh who am I kidding; I stayed because of a girl. It’s officially my last night in Medellin and I’m persuaded to don the kilt and accompany the new intake into the Zona Rosa.
At some point things get a little carried away, and someone has thrown a drink all over the very attractive girl. As the plastic cup spills onto the ground, the assaulter has reached to pick it up, and then thrown the dregs back in her face. Apparently. I wasn’t there to witness this, but judging by the irate Irishman I’m restraining, it was pretty much bang out of order.
I spend much of the remainder of the evening trying to smooth things over and console the young lady who had been called a “stupid fat ugly bitch”. Nobody can actually understand what had happened but by all accounts it sounds like the booze has much to answer for. Perhaps it will all be forgotten in the cold light of day?
Speaking of the cold light of day, that’s what awaits me when I finally leave their dorm room after managing to hold a sing-a-long guitar session for three hours. Not only did I wear my kilt at the behest of this fair maiden, sing a stars-in-their-eyes quality version of Isn’t It A Wonder by Boyzone; (she’s a big fan), play her favourite song which brought a tear to her eye, AND make her laugh all evening, I also spent much of my night cheering her up after she was soaked with rum and coke.
This is the week where she’s decided not to kiss anyone.
Stagnant
OK I don’t manage to leave today. I might go tomorrow.
Instead a new and very sociable crowd arrives and very nice folk they are too. Oh who am I kidding; I stayed because of a girl. It’s officially my last night in Medellin and I’m persuaded to don the kilt and accompany the new intake into the Zona Rosa.
At some point things get a little carried away, and someone has thrown a drink all over the very attractive girl. As the plastic cup spills onto the ground, the assaulter has reached to pick it up, and then thrown the dregs back in her face. Apparently. I wasn’t there to witness this, but judging by the irate Irishman I’m restraining, it was pretty much bang out of order.
I spend much of the remainder of the evening trying to smooth things over and console the young lady who had been called a “stupid fat ugly bitch”. Nobody can actually understand what had happened but by all accounts it sounds like the booze has much to answer for. Perhaps it will all be forgotten in the cold light of day?
Speaking of the cold light of day, that’s what awaits me when I finally leave their dorm room after managing to hold a sing-a-long guitar session for three hours. Not only did I wear my kilt at the behest of this fair maiden, sing a stars-in-their-eyes quality version of Isn’t It A Wonder by Boyzone; (she’s a big fan), play her favourite song which brought a tear to her eye, AND make her laugh all evening, I also spent much of my night cheering her up after she was soaked with rum and coke.
This is the week where she’s decided not to kiss anyone.