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Ethiopia to London – I am ‘Home’!

April 30 I arrived in my lovely and wonderful London at 07:00. My ‘London home’ feeling. The immigration man was typically English witty.   ‘STAMP’! Fundon, I am home.   London…Baby, I am so glad to be here.  Everything about you is exciting.  Getting on the Tube is exciting.  Using my British bank card with no foreign fees is exciting.  Blending in as a typical white person is exciting.  White women are exciting.  Falling love 15 times in the 2...

Learning Tejo

Bogota – Learning Tejo

Learning Tejo. July 20 I found some really awesome traditional Colombian-ism today.  It is a game called Tejo.  It was perfect.  It was throwing peices of metal, gunpowder, and beer.  Perfect. I woke up in Nathali’s bed.  I was still alone so I can only presume she did not get cold in the night.  Smart woman.  She must have had more blankets than I wished she had! Nathali cooked me breakfast.  Duck eggs taste like chicken eggs.  Nathali, her brother...

Bogota Whores

Bogota Whores and More

Bogota Whores and More July 18 I asked him, “Where are we going?  To a bar?”  He replied, “With whores.  A whores bar!”  It would be an adventure in Bogota… I climbed Cerro de Monserrate in the afternoon to have a cool overview of the city.  Well now that is a lie.  I took the cable car up, which did the climbing.  That was kind of a misleading sentence.  I had to autograph a mob of kid’s arms with a...

Buenos Aires cold

Buenos Aires Cold as Heck

Buenos Aires Cold as Heck. April 13. I was ready to get out of the Buenos Aires cold today and start making our way to places that will lead us to more warmth, but Irmante had wet clothes that needed to dry.  So, we decided remained in Buenos Aires cold for another day. We went to a market and I found a journal made with a record as the cover.  It is one of the smartest things that I have seen...