I´m writing this on the 16th of February oooops thats bollox it´s the 16 the of April you twat of pissheaheededness... whilst extremely pissed in a hotel in Icarai in Niteroi, over the bay from Rio...I refuse to go to bed yet...why should i...there´s a perfectly seviceable and massively overpriced half bottle of wine in my frigobar and i see no fucking reason on earthe why I shouldn´t go there right now and fucking drink it...after all i~´s my fucking bill isn´t it ....????or fucking what??? Shuld´ve seen this before I corrrrected itt .....::!!??
Nighty nite!!!!! Somebody hep me>>>>>>>..
OOOH a lifty thing
Well this was supposedly my `Goodbye to Conceicao` dinner at the beginning of February but it's completely stupid as she didn't leave town ´til the middle of March. Her mum and dad are both ill and she hasn´t been home for years, so she´s gone. But she reckons she´ll be back here in June to live. She keeps ringing up in tears coz she´s miserable there.
Well, what did she expect....she´s there and I´m here....
Hurrah!!!!! The guest house has balustrades, and in fact now has a palm frond rustic roof, but you can´t see it yet as it´s a surprise, well in fact my batteries won´t recharge anymore so I can´t take any up to date pix....
Filho will not spare that tree...
But there´s a much nicer one there now...
Lost in the Amazon with my untrusty native guides...
Actually just a few miles away palm tree hunting...
The old gent is the owner of the land...
Very spritely for the oldest man in the world...
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