Right – I usually use the name of the city or town as my subject-header for each story. And, I have again… I can’t really honestly say I’m in Quito – but have to admit that I’m just in Finn’s.
So – what’s been happening in Finn’s for the last couple of days? Madness. Full Moon Syndrome has hit with a vengeance. Relationship troubles, staff troubles, drunk troubles, mate troubles, etc etc. But, nothing too serious. Here goes…
Woke up on 21 Dec after a nice kip. Got to the bar just as Lee was arriving. Had been open for a little while previously though – so technically I was late. But, made up for it as soon as possible. Drinking drinks. Pouring drinks. Buying drinks. Drinks drinks drinks. I cut Helen’s hair. Helen cut my hair. While each of us weren’t particularly sober. Good idea at the time. Fair bit of time behind the bar. Without checking that it was alright – which was a bit naughty. But, Ursula and Lee know me well enough that if it’s not cool, or I’m getting in the way – they’ll let me know. But – all was good. More drinks. And then, after closing, I finally checked out Subway – a famous (well… infamous) bar nearby. My first thoughts… “okay, looking at the clientele, I see drug dealer, drug dealer, prostitute, drug dealer, prostitute, etc etc” And then – I go to the toilet. And follow the trail of drips-o’-blood down the corridor to find it. Decide I don’t really like Subway. So, drink my free drinks – wait for others to get sick of it also, and head off back to the hostel for another night of sleep. Discover daylight when we get outside Subway.
Which of course meant I was late again on 22 Dec. Finn’s opened at 7:30am for some soccer/football games, while I awoke at 2pm. So again, had to make up for lost time. Decided that vino blanco (white wine) was the best method. Turns out I was right. The last chap to stay with me last night, Steve, was already here. But asleep. Poor fella – it seems I’m a bad influence at times. Anyway – he eventually awoke – and taught me how to play Crib. Not a bad game actually – and I got to the point of trying to find a drill, so I could drill holes in the table for a crib board. Was given permission to, but there was no drill about. Maybe – I suspect that may have been a bluff. But – after a couple of games of crib, and some other game called Crash I was taught (two new card games in one day – my brain must still be working)… same old. Played some pool – but turns out I’m not very good on certain days. More bottles of the vino blanco. Barefeet all day, carrying around an ice bucket. Pure elegance and style. A few more drinks after closing time, and back to the hostel for some more sleep, so that I can be fresh and eager the next morning to go supermarket shopping for jeebersmas day dinner with Ursula and ‘Elen.
Next update – I fail at being fresh and eager. Miserably. To the point of being unable to stand/walk when we get to the supermarket because my legs feel hollow.