We walked along and I hated how OBVIOUS we were, stamping the pavements, everyone pointing their cameras angrily at everything, people, buildings, very colourful, a gringo carnival. I remember watching everybody step in dog crap determined to get a picture of a wall. I always imagine we are different. I mean, less obvious. But then I’d managed to get sunburned the day before and was walking around with a pink face reeking of sun cream.
We returned to the hostel and I went back to sleep for a bit. When I woke up we were asked if we’d like to go and watch Andres in his band on the other side of town. We were looking forward to a quiet night but figured we should go. The band was all right. The two Argentinian girls staying in our room had also come out. We got to talking just as we were all leaving.
“You’re from Argentina?”
“Yes, and you?”
They spoke no English at all.
“You didn’t study English in school?”
Then T suggested we go someplace else for a drink. T was very good company. He had a lot of interesting stories. Boxhead and I got into a taxi with the two girls and we drove back to the hostel where T was waiting for us. We found a bar with no atmosphere. It might have been a good thing. It meant I could clearly listen to what the girls were saying. We ordered a drink and tried to talk. It was hard work. I didn’t know what they were talking about and I didn’t have much of a vocabulary. They were listening and I was laughing, laughing because what the hell could I do but laugh?
“Ha ha ha ha, I’M DYING ON MY ARSE!”
I desperately wanted some music, atmosphere, SOMETHING. I couldn’t think anymore. I was spinning and swaying. I got very tired. T and Boxhead remained silent. The uselessness of going on finally became too much and we finished our drinks and walked out of there toward the hostel. I got into bed with the feeling that I had an awful lot of work to do…
“Jon, are you asleep?”
“Please, please! No more españyol! I can’t take anymore, I’m tired!”
They laughed at me some more then went to sleep. I don’t know how long I slept but the snoring woke me up. It was loud and disgusting and I thought it was Boxhead but when I looked over he was awake…
Uhh I think I need to study now.