yucka yucka

A few moments of forgotten comedy: 1) buying a cerveza casero from the refugero at Lago Natacion and listening to, over pleasant conversation and a refreshing brew, the soundtrack of a barn cat crunching through the skeleton of the "raton" it had presented us with a few minutes earlier. Neither shock nor embarrassment showed the faintest glimmer of registration on the faces of our host (of a PUBLIC DINING establishment) or my hiking partner. I handled the situation by pouring myself another. 2) helping Shea take a couple of clients rappelling down a 60 meter (about 180 ft) cliff. The clients were two buxom, Argentine, 20-somethings with long flowing manes and a shadowing cloud of perfume two-feet thick. The comedy here is that perfume attracts bugs and December is the season of the horse-fly: a nasty and persistent, not-so-little bug that swarms around your face and rings in your ears until it doesn't anymore... (at which point, you can be certain the sucker has landed on you and is biting you through your clothes.) Needless to say, our ladies had a tough time of things. The bugs wouldn't leave them alone and the second they started to rappel down the big mountain, they forgot everything we had taught them on the baby bolder. One smashed her hand in to a rock and the other rappelled directly in to a tree at the bottom of the drop. They wined, giggled and smoked their cigarettes for the rest of the hike down. I'm pretty sure they were actually proud of their battle scars in the end and no one was sued or yelled at. phew.