Saturday, August 26, 2006

Our fruitless carpenter quest was interrupted by a pack of sex crazed dogs in Avenida de la Cultura

Salvador is much better today after a sleepless night of screaming and shouting.
We went to see Dr. Gloria this afternoon and she confirmed that he has a sore throat.
As for me, I was up all night too, southerly pain kicked in again and I too made a visit to the doctor.
It was almost like
my body might be trying to reject the bit of plastic that is inside me..
Dr. Alvis said that it could be that the wound is still healing or my body might be trying to reject the bit of plastic that is inside me.
Either way I have to see what it's like in a couple of weeks or when I have some more excruciating pain, whichever is sooner.
In between doctors appointments, I had an altercation (again) with the girl who sells empanadas (third world Cornish Pasties) on the corner of Cabracancha.
She refused to move her empanada stand for our taxi to get into the alley, so I got out and moved it for her.
She now has my detailed opinion of her savoury puffs.

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