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Aaaaalright. Headed into Trujillo today after one hell of a sleep in. First had one hell of a breakfast. I ate and ate and ate and had to ask Kristian to keep flirting with the waitress so that she´d keep bringing me toast. I don´t know what´s wrong with me at the moment. But the toast was going down a treat. And the fried eggs were oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh gooooddddddddddddddddd amAZING!!!!!! I had about 17 pieces of toast as well and still wasn´t full! (With strawberry jam, and pineapple juice as well as this tasty tea. I never drink tea, maybe I´ve been hanging out with poms too much.)

Got into Trujillo, went to bank and was at a loss what to do with all the recently-withdrawn money. So, what better thing to do than go to the casino!! Fret not, I only changed about $7 australian and only lost about 2 of those hard-earned (aka given to me by my grandpa for my 18th birthday) dollars. It was hot. I tried to do the roulette double-up thing but I didn´t know they only let you bet up to 95 whatevers. So I did 10 then 20 then 40 then 80 and couldn´t go any further.

The girls who work there are so damn fine. And by fine I mean skanky and ugly. Their uniforms are these red corsets with adjoining red puffy sleeves (Aladdin being Aladdin got a bit excited because, as you may remember, Aladdin´s pants are more than a little puffy. They´re kinda hot though. Though please don´t mistake puffy Aladdin pants with 3/4 shorts - Kristian and Jason - because they ARE NOT HOT) and then these short short teeny tiny little pleated black skirts. Matched with shiny shiny stockings and 3 or 4 inch black heels and a red scrunchie, these girls almost converted me to lesbianism. I wanted a photo with one but we weren´t allowed to take photos. Damn. Kodak moment missed.

Went and saw movie. ´Chiquito pero peligroso´ - or in English ´Littleman´. A whole hour and a half of watching a midget run around - my idea of a dream come true! (Speaking of dreams, they have been seriously WACKED lately!) Tanya, you know you´re jealous. Go see the movie. And Nicky, I am a midget-luffer. And you are too. Deep down. Deep deep deep down inside. Reach in, get it out. Nurture it. Feed it. Until the luff grows into something more mature, something that will really make a difference in this cold cold world.

Everyone else in the cinema was absolutely loving it, the laughs were huge. The couple sitting next to me weren´t watching much of the movie, were too keen to get it on.... More squelching in my life that I was not a part of. Depressing really.

Oh but before that, we had a wacky sesh in Topy Top - one of the ugliest clothes stores I have ever encountered in my short existence. Kristiano and my dear self got all hotted up and had to struggle to keep our hands off each other. Just quietly, I think the ´rock chick´ look suits me. I´m afraid to say Bron, that when I return, we may not be sharing a wardrobe anymore. Unless you wanna be hard like me. And I know you do.

Dinner was good but pricey. We ordered garlic bread. Kristian thanked them for bringing out so much. It was about half the size of a dinner roll from Baker´s Delight and/or Brumby´s. And covered in pesto. We shared our meals of lasagne and pesto gnocchi. We didn´t poo green which was a bonus. We ordered a jug of sangria. Tasty. The waiter placed it on this little table then pulled it over to our table. We called it our Mesa de Servicio. But servicio means toilet. So we thought it sounded like toilet mess. Which was icky. But made the sangria taste better. I papped the Mesa de Servicio.
The waiters thought I was a nut. Of the peanut variety.

Went to the supermarket to find Kristian some bandaids (the unco keeps tripping over his own thongs and has scraped all his big toe). Apparently people in Trujillo do not cut themselves because they are not sold in either supermarkets or pharmacies and it requires following some very complicated directions and taking a taxi in order to retrieve some. Screw that. Kristian can bleed!!! moohahaha.

Went back to the room where I, sweet as sugar and innocent as a flower petal, asked the lady if we could pretty please borrow a tv? She was a delight and returned my pretty little smile and told us that it was most certainly possible provided she could check Kristiano aka leatherface aka aladdin out while he carried it upstairs. Done deal. We partied all night until I fell asleep. Which was a good ten minutes after entering the room. Aladdin lulled me to sleep with his soft melodies.

Locations Visited: Huanchaco, Trujillo


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