Sadly though, in all the turmoil of the past three months I've completely failed to learn any Spanish, so I'll probably be drugged, mugged *and* kidnapped the minute I set foot inside Caracas airport. The only phrase I've managed to commit to memory (and then only for its comedy value) is tengo tos, meaning "I have a cough". Still, with the number of Marlboro Lights I seem to be getting through, at least it'll be the honest truth.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
...And Moving Swiftly Back Again
Arrrgghhh. I feel horrible. This could have something to do with the three hours' sleep and total lack of sustenance I've had (or rather, not had) over the past 36 hours or so. And to round off the misery, Amazon have just seen fit to deliver (No! They can read my mind!) a CD of The Boatman's Call. Which is now sitting here on my desk like an atom bomb waiting to go off. I can't get to Venezuela quickly enough.
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Ah, The Boatman's Call is great. 'Lime-tree Arbour' is a nice one.
Apologies for quoting 'Candide' at you again, but the old lady (with only one buttock) has a song:
I was not born in sunny Hispania
My father came from Rovno Gubernya
But now I'm here I'm dancing a tango
I am so easily assimilated.
I never learned a human language
My father spoke a High Middle Polish,
In one half-hour I'm talking in Spanish,
Por favor! Toreador!
I am so easily assimilated.
So, it seems to be a doddle. Though it might be harder for people with two buttocks.
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