The Eclipse of sun .... CHAO I was determined! ... Leave everything thrown CAEU bad ... this opportunity will never, ever happen again ... so Let's take forward. I talked to my profs as they would be two weeks of revelry, my destiny ... The Eclipse of sun in Putre, magnanimous event to be held in November 1994, something that undoubtedly not lost or shitting me ...
So was my mother in law got one of those trucks on the magnificent style. Would travel my dark, my mother, my sister, the spoon and the mosquito draculón (a cousin of my black which we learned from that event to take incredible). For me, Chile before ending in the valley of the Elqui, had never reached the third region and fewer had thought would be places as strippers hows and Iquique, Parinacota, Putre, Arica, Pica and other places that I can never erase from the retina.
As the old are a bitter, my profs that I certainly cagaría warned in a jar that is zero chance I would catch up with the materials ... but as I am a gueón who will live only once ... chao ... I grabbed the trucks, we got everyone and we headed for swift Arica.
The first stop was Guanaqueros beautiful resort that summarizes stories from my life that one day I'll tell you. The re Guea was crazy .... Gil socks had failed, but could catch up buying some natives at the fair was Guanaqueros ... So ... I bought 12 pairs of 2 lucas .... The truth was more stalk quality that Loncomilla bridge .. 100% nylon edge ... ... but so were Nuevitas change in the computer, all in the truck and heading north pal. There began my transformation since leaving the I stopped the 4th region more .... All they asked me want to stop to pee ... but ... I would not stop driving. I was saying ... "when 2 or 3 they are willing to stop there" ... in general when traveling with women is a Guevea ... always want to go pissing on each hill you see ... also need a special arbustitos special hill and no one will see your poto immaculate white and campers will be sworn into the grave .... Being male is definitely special cagamos piss and where nature catches us! Ja!.
Well the Guea is not stopped again, my goal was to Arica as soon as possible and revel in the news .... When going through Iquique felt kind of weird smell ... a foul rotten smell; thought it was the environment .... Continued driving and suddenly I came a ... more stinking fetid breeze that shit ... anyway ... do not fish much and I followed up pa ... .... The truth all the companions and given how stubborn I hated not want to stop until you get to Arica .... Well long story short, the short-lasting because the road is longer than the peak 33 hours! Of which drove at least 27 straight ... When you get to Arica, would be presented to the family of my black nortino, there comes me, canchero, nice Guevea good pal, with his good chelas to provide the landing, etc, etc, etc ... The thing is that by sharing rooms, all guests would be staying in a huge train-piece where the beds were already defined ... as my mother had me catch the vicious face, threw me to the background ... There I I placed, I put my bag and decided it was a minute to hit me ... my shower rigor. I started to undressed ... I got my cowboy boots, a "Laredo" I bought a peguita he had done months before the trip when I suddenly felt the same foul odor, but now intense, such as acetone or benzene plane. Gonzalo, Cristi cousin tells me ... Black disgusting ... you gonna drop the legs .... This comet was a dagger in the self-esteem but it was the saddest reality ... those 100% nylon stockings, had been ordered to put my fingers wrinkled Gill Julio Martinez, my fingers were white, almost transparent, begging for some oxygen flagellates to torture of being stuck in the desert for 27 hours in a pressure cooker to conceal cowboy ... ... I put the socks in a bag, three knots blind and zap ... pa below the bed (if I'm gueón), that was like trying to ask Ballero to solve a quadratic equation, but the shame of entering society by posing as the feet stink gueón was a demon hard to beat ... The truth my stash lasted less than a chicken for six ... was quickly unmasked and forced to throw my cowboy boots beautiful courtyard, all the socks in the trash (including 11 unused) and bowed to use husks every day who were traveling ... the smell of leg accompanied me for over a month ... A GUIDE was terrible!
The resort was short, we wandered, walked, cumin, and Guevara went out everywhere. I remember when we went to the casino with my dark, we took some pictures for the newspaper El Mercurio .... When I found out that published only leaving her, it was clear ... I had cut by ugly Plop. Short story .... Putre traveled to the day before the eclipse, we stopped tent in a courtyard of a school environment ... AMAZING! A very cosmopolitan atmosphere, pure hippies, smoking marijuana setenones old chutzpah, rich mines absolutely free like birds, a magician of the Most Harley riders style, some gothic, punk, troughs, rock ... or, she was in a rare display of big birds . I met an Iranian couple, they were hunters of eclipses (Cachense the volaita) traveled to all solar eclipses that were in the world, they work only for that computer, if there was no work or lucas, traveling through the unemployment insurance (Lived in Switzerland ... Was not!) What caught my attention from them and in particular about her was that her appearance was deplorable hygiene, hairy armpits to concho, smelly, with a mustache and a whiff of Cototo terror ... my legs were a miserable stinking stench project next to the parcito.
The night before the eclipse of the sun, would develop a style feast the tyrant .... Cristi was the altitude sickness (ie the height of the mad left) and stayed in bed .... So that when it comes Negrin eggs and what slows height, left reel with tequila in hand to fool themselves known to the epicenter of Guevea was born. Then they played the folklorists, the party started techno. The first chaotic techno party of my life .... Sure .. I'm so rock with electronica was nothing ná .. but that night I gave to the vitality of binary bits and probing hollows through every one of my eustachian tubes .... I had a slice. I met mine and creek gueones the most stripper ... it was a heavy night .... Then I went to a party in a kind of eucalyptus forest. . Guevea followed there .... I leaned against the police officers who thought OS-7 passing piola but were more obvious than the lies of Peter Urdemales. They were behind a heavy traffic of LSD .. . In order .... Not as I will be gone because according to I had strangers and throw away the meat on the grill because the mines were dancing to and a ton of balls from time ...
The next day, the eclipse would be the morning and as I am a lively type, I was insured and had purchased many lenses to see the eclipse ... several gift we Arica but we had plenty of one .... Its price would be the highest bidder ... so I put a pair in the eye and another on the head ... wait for customers. Faster than a premature ejaculation, there is a German and English babbling trying to ask me if he sold those lenses ... My mother looked at me intensely and said ... ... do not be black bastard .... Give it .... Ni cagando thought, so without much struggle they are sold in 20 lucas ... original price ... 250 Chilean pesos. It is cool ... It's called a "jumped the Hare" ... are we?. The thing is that after the German was cool and we talked a lot while .. (I had wanted my sister .... Unfortunately I never ventured into the white slave .. but I felt strongly tempted) The big man was nothing more and nothing less than something like an eccentric millionaire, had come to chile 1 month before and went straight to Torres del Paine, where it expected a zero miles KTM motorbike he had bought from Germany and It came from the south to northern Chile traveling around ?.... how about wanted to sell the bike in those days because then I would go to Machu Picchu. Well ... this morning I met one of my buddies deserodenados with which we became almost Tongoy owners, Sebastian Perez, a special thin unfortunately died several years ago for parties of 18 September ... The Peneka died at his law ... unhooked was always a messy ... Live Fast and Die Young .... I think that summed it all ... Sebastian ... a tremendous friend to be remembered ... but that is welcome in my blog let eternal embrace you wanted cumpa ... wherever you are ...
Guea The Eclipse is a super crazy .... First, the temperature began to drop dramatically ... in Total Eclipse, the temperature reached almost zero, ALL darkened, silent birds. People and I went crazy and began to howl like coyotes, the show certainly took my breath, the feeling of being as being insignificant in the universe, be less than zero, being part of the cosmos and of all time looking at the perfection of creation and almost automatically think GOD THERE ... this is proof that he had never met!! .... Of course that's the reason most Indian that could generate my head .... It's like all cultures, in their ignorance to see natural phenomena overwhelm you associate it with a god ... do not understand = a god there. However, for me at that moment it all made sense. Living the eclipse has been one of the most powerful experiences I lived .. it filled my soul, I am not clear why, but I felt so different from there other than on that trip I decided to start at zero and let me pelarme whiskers, interface and I still keep represents.
before returning to Santiago, we passed the casino .... I always dedicate myself to play high-level intellectual .... I pegadisimo with slot gueón game that I do not know, but I love!. Walking through the casino, decided to go to my surprise ... roulette ... German, playing roulette with the porn star .... In each game bet between 150 to 300 lucas ... .. I looked at my mother and I thought ... How ridge glasses not sold in 40 lucas? ... Well .. . That trip was amazing ... at one time or promise to post photos of the time .... Remember that digital cameras were part of a project that has not materialized in 94 so-Scan has been said ...
Greetings, Black
Astorga
