Angela's Journals

Happy Birthday to me! Got up late because we got home late. I think we woke up everyone in the room and our roomies ended up hating us cos there were no nuts a-waiting! Kristiano got up to make me birthday pancakes. I ended up taking over because, while he is certainly skilled with pasta, I don't believe his talents extend to breakfast delights. We sang at the top of our lungs as we did this. An hour later, we realised every single other person in the hostel had moved out. We do certainly have a good effect on people. We ate up the pancakes and then I was lucky enough to get to do the dishes. Just chilled out for the day. I was really tired so we didn't end up going out again that night. One night in a prostitute bar is enough for one lifetime I do believe. Unless you're a prostitute in which case it might be more lucrative to visit more than once. Went out for a nice dinner in Miraflores where people remembered me in my quest for dessert that wasn't pancakes from the night before. Oops... Next day we shopped, moved hostel to where Kristiano had to meet his tour group and went looking for a new camera for myself and a jumper for hisself. I was successful (well, that's maybe not quite true) but, fussy ol Kristian was fussy and old. I left Kristian that night. I actually almost cried. He gave me a massive block of Cadbury's chocolate and a lovely birthday card. Then off I toddled to begin 'The Adventures of a Not Cold SOLO Biatch'....

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