the first thing that happened was the owner said I want you to give me your cameras. What? We were not going to do that no matter how cold the beer was. He said you have three of them give me one and you can get another one in America we said no and asked for our beers. I guess it was worth a try. We had our beer which was really really cold and we talked about letting Chris know were we were and see if the gang of 11 wanted to come back but before we could do that Mo our district liaison poked his head in grabbed Vickys arm and litterly pulled her out with us following close behind. Apparently they had been looking for us. They had rented boatas and gone up and down the street they had called the couch house due check the bar what the f### were else would you look? Anyway on the way back wet old our friends all about our adventure with fried bread Rodger and the local hang. They were so excited we all decided to rent boatas and go back. But first as we stepped off the bus Koni the hotel owner said when he heard three members were missing he just knew it was us. Whats that about? So we called for boatas which are motorcycles that work as taxis around here and they load everything on them. So we were two of us and the driver on the motorcycles driving down dirt rutted roads dodging chickens cows goats and small children running after us the mile back to town. We were happy to see our good friend Rodger was waiting for us and our group increased the economic base of that town by about 400% got back on our boatas and headed back to the coach house for our long awaited cocktail party
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 20:36:25 +0000
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