Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Letters From Travels: T.'s Birthday

hey, today is t.'s birthday. the irony of spending his 21st in a country with a lower drinking age wasn't lost on him but we still got him to drink enough alcohol to make an irish sailor wince.

we are now in santa marta, attempting to get into a park tomorrow or the next day. there's a possibility that it won't pan out.

we took the worst bus ever today. when was the last time a bus you rode on had cockroaches?

anyway, still not dead.

fun fact: "which cocaine is on tap tonight" does not translate to spanish as well as one would think.

el pocket lint

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