homeward bound

when we left our fair heroine she was being rained on in lagoa, and about to hop on a bus into el centro to hit a little carnaval before going home at long last...she glossed over the strange fact that like four different dudes (1 chilean 1 argentinian 2 brazilians) had tried to completely kiss her since she had been kickin it gringa sola in barra da lagoa...

they were all basically nice and took a hint and backed off, after i yelled whoa there buddy or ya basta.. but still it was so frequent i couldnt help but wonder if it was really just a result of hangin out alone and ending up being accompanied by some random dude for the day or if this was something having to do with carnaval and the madness of the season, summer coming to an unthought of end, the unhappy nonluck of the recent breakup...

guys are usually like puppies they can sniff you out but never at the right times, like when you meet someone new dudes be fallin out the sky all a sudden...same goes for just went through some form of breakup and the last thing in the world i want is some dude up in my face tryin to kiss me...whatev

so i headed into el centro and this brasilian on the bus picks me up, this is tough cause he speakin portugese and im speakin spanish but basically offers to show me around until its time to get my bus...and he is a lovely capoiera practicing black man so i agree to kick it, and hes cool, takes me to different spots where there are bands playing and crowds of samba crazed beautiful brazilians dancing in tiny tiny skirts...

and now for the bad news. i have no carnaval pictures for you fine folks. this being my last night i thought to take some but somehow i just couldnt, i was having too much fun dancing and watching everything, and it was a crazy mad mess with samba schools and drag queens and little girls dressed like hookers in wigs and high heels practicing they brasilena strut and lovely people of every shape size and color dressed up but skimpy and the warm air and the bands and balloons and decorations and people selling food and the dancing crowds....

well it was fun, homeboy also tried to kiss me but backed off when i said no and was cool to just dance till time for my bus..then he accompanied me back to the bus station and we hugged goodbye and i thanked him for showing me around and he did get a kiss then but just a light one and i was ready to go so i grabbed my shit and headed for the place...

where the dude said your ticket is for yesterday, and i just about fainted dead away...i was like nuh uh today the 26th sunday midnight fuckin domingo 26th today and he said but now its monday the 27th and i said man i just wanna go home...so he was like wait and ill see what i can do...

at this point im nearly in tears, the last time i missed a bus and already had a ticket they was like your bad...so i was freaked...and a little amused as i noted to sal that brasil is like the hotel california you can check out any time you like but you can never leave...

turned out i wasnt the only one made this mistake and homeboy the bus dude worked it out and put my ass on a bus home...boy was i glad about that one...so the next day i made a coupla chilean friends plus they was one gringo kid on the bus playing guitar at the rest stop, this half japanese kid from guess where? wrong. kentucky!!
so we all smoked pot and wandered stoned through brazilian immigration which luckily the bus dudes basically handled...we were on that sucker for two days and two nights, and then at immigration into chile up in the mountains there is ashley but she freaked out cause her shit didnt get stamped coming out of argentina and now she has to pay a fine...but it isnt too big and she and nick work it out...

they the most intense comin through, they unload the bus and xray everything, even sal, and they all sqoozin him like he a drug smuggler...

got home that night and hardly knew what to do...still cant hardly believe im really back and summer is over, all the roses in the front yard are dying...i have just puttered around and cleaned out the fridge and done laundry and grocery shopped...school starts on the 6th and so i guess its back to the grind for me... real glad to be back though.
that first night sal and i just curled up all happy contented girl and bear in our very own bed in our very own house in santiago chile...