18/09/2007
Buenos Aires
"When I arrived here I was going mad, running around in a fit shouting pigeon Portuguese at Spanish speaking people who were about to be maulled by oncoming traffic to GET OUT THE BLOODY WAY..." Read More
"I mean, I'm no Royalist, and if Oliver Cromwell were to walk into my bar, I'd probably buy the dirty scoundrel a drink, but I'm allowed not to be a Royalist! They're my Royal family. They practically belong to me..." Read More
"The gloves were forgotten about and instead of ´the right tool for the job´we figured we could use one of the spikes most normal people use to stretch their ears over a number of weeks. Only one thing missing..." Read More
"Needless to say we drank the bar dry, then the store next door was emptied of its Quilmes, and so it was left to the 24 hour hotdog shop SuperPanchos to supply our beer..." Read More"I must have looked like the most suspicious person on the bus, tattooed, pierced, sunken eyes of a heroin addict from lack of sleep and running around in the dark opening up luggage which could have been anyones as far as they knew..." Read More
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