Forgot my #%%^$ camera charger

29.10.2014

I woke up to find my battery for my camera had in fact not charged overnight. Oh no. That charger is only good for my old camera I guess. I thought I had used it once already with the new camera, but I guess it either broke or I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Bottom line was, I had to go back to Santa Rosa, where Johnny was laughing at me. I picked up my Indonesian charger and checked my email with a biscuit and a cup of coffee (no leche!) What do you know? I had a host for the night, not too far away in La Entrada.

I was off again, shoved into the back of a mini van with a woman sicker than me coughing at the back of my head, right behind me. After about an hour, I found myself at Johel's house, full of his family, including about five or six brothers and sisters.

He had a very loud house next door, full of people giving each other tattoos and really loud rap music, or is that reggaeton??? I don't know. I'm out of it now, I'm too old… I couldn't handle it at the moment, so I went back to sit with the sisters in the relative quiet of the Spanish TV in the living room.

This is my unimpressed face