there is a story about a guy who should have been gay and a karaoke bar, but its not that exciting and i have to leave (breathe dont panic) in 18 minutes. so ill do some summing up.
final count
inca ruins seen: 8
mountains walked over: 23 (approx.)
mosquito bites: 42
toilets clogged because i forgot you are not supposed to flush toilet paper: 1
words learned and remembered in quechua: siqui sapa, meaning big ass.
boys kissed while in a bar: 2
boys who kissed me while i was actively ducking: 3 (approx.)
times wished i wasnt surrounded exclusively by boys: 17
warnings about having my camera stolen: 96
times offered cocaine: 5
times heard shakira song my hips dont lie: 78
minutes spent doing whatever the hell i want: 43,200 (approx.)
look on bartenders face last night when i said i was a lesbian: priceless.
1 comment:
i hate you, homo, i really hate you.
tonight, right as you were getting online, my friend and i concluded simultaneously that we needed sushi immediately.
so we left before i could tell you that i just had the most unusual liquor i've had since that ouzo in greece.
except this time i liked it--lavender infused vodka from austria, i think. im not sure, im still drunk from it. i think she bought it for me because it's about the gayest alcohol around.
naturally, i thought of my homo abroad. and we made a toast (unofficially) to you, and all of our fellow homos.
le vaya, and que suenes con los angelitos,
dr. h
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