T0p D0g Reloaded

No, really! There is power in the jungle. Like in “electric power”. Long gone are the days when the man simply descended from his trees. With the help of fuel, generators bring hope and light to amerindiands and travelers alike. Under these circumstances I have shared the “room” with four friendly spiders and a dead cockroach. Spiders good, spiders eat flies.

Meanwhile I am back to civilization, in Georgetown, Guyana, where Internet is as slow as dial-up. Will keep you posted. Keep close, more news about the races yet to come! Buh-bye!

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This sucks. The flight has been cancelled this morning. For the second time. Apart from messing my plans altogether, I also don’t have the luggage with me. And because of the new regulations, that means the cream and everything else have been also checked in. It’s not like I stink or anything, but my face is coming off. In disappointment. I am in Heathrow and the weather sucks. Not according to plan.

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After admiring the sunset at the airport, the cargo section, I have quite anticlimacticly proceeded to finishing the packing up. I have carefully reviewed what goes check-in and what goes hand luggage. I am left with three hours of sleeping in my bed before another two weeks will have passed.

So here I go. A bit inadequate and not sure if I will be email-broken. So you don’t hold your breathe and I try to return bug free. Here is to one big step.

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Erase and rewind. Oh, no, I mean fastforward: memory sticks, bug spray, shampoo, rucksac

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Then you feel like number two or number one.

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As it happens, Ms Jones sounded very serviceable the last time I talked to her. Also, like all people who know what they are talking about, she made a good impression on me. Later on, this was again confirmed.

So you should understand my feelings and expression on my face when the customer service of the express mail that shall remain unnamed uttered to my disbelief and bewilderment: “Ms Jones said there was no package to collect”. On that precise second the level went to red alert and my immediate though was “My passport is lost”. This was the start of a new desk-odyssey packed with emails and phone calls to track, to despair, to re-schedule, to realize, to accept, to embrace.

As of now I am following the tracking number as if it were news of utmost importance which in fact it is. My passport is in Paris… How … romantic!

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It’s one of those days when I post a grim picture and call it “Perspective” just because I choose to be sarcastic rather then pessimistic.

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Between demotivation and the desire to kill, I am freezing my ass over here. I cannot imagine the wet hot jungle. Partly because express delivery service clerk, insert incompetent in the appropriate word order, did not place the pick up order with their London branch. Took me two minutes to get through. And about half an hour to place the actual order missing my client account number. But it can be done. And it should’ve been done earlier. My visa has been in my passport since Monday. My order, in writing, was with the Romanian office of the said express mail on Tuesday shortly afternoon. They did not bother to let me know. So Wednesday I called. Twice. Second time it was 5:05 pm and the doorman said they all left twenty minutes ago! So I was forced to call Client Service in London and joggle my persuasion and their system. It’s now Thursday morning and it looks like the passport is not arriving by Friday close of business. They don’t work weekends and I need to fly Monday first thing. This would really fuck up all my plans. If I don’t have my passport in due time, well, this all goes down in smokes. And so will my written complaint. Can I also sue? I cannot conceive I have been running like crazy for nothing, to miss on everything so close and stupid. (Lets post the image of a church and pray!)

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So, when you are not sure you ask for confirmation, right?

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When I called Valentina she refused to tell me whom she had killed to get such a prime spot. Practically in the first row. I was baffled in between being so close to the stage, not having anybody seated in front of me, and the “what should I tell the cops when they pick me up for the murder”. “Valentina framed me.” did not sound convincing. Plus she had the perfect alibi, now being at the other end of the city, studying Spanish. How innocent!

The hall was ugly beyond belief, but the diva still made my hairs stand on end. Besame, besame mucho. It was worth the driving and parking hell and the smell of long gone days of sweaty sport competitions that gave the place its fame. What have I learned? Well, there are people who deserve to seat in the front row, and people who sit in the front row. And those are not all the people.

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