On Arrival in Santiago we were pleased to see many happy dogs working at the airport. South America is full of stray, flea bitten, half dead dogs frothing at the mouth. I have flea bites to prove it, if not the mosquito's in Brazil must be the size of birds.
There were Blood Hounds, Retriever and Labrador's not dissimilar to my Ginny. I was of course more than happy to pet my happy wagging friend until he started getting a little too familiar, shall we say slightly frisky with my satchel.
On arrival in Chile ROLAND has signed a deceleration(on my behalf) to state that I was not importing food/drugs/small adults/cash into the country, without checking with me first, I might add.
He had neglected to mention the small packet of peanuts concealed in the lining of my bag. The zippy part bit on the front!
After a small and healthy scuffle and excessive petting of "Shep" the snitch dog, the lady agreed not to "see" me to the cells if I agreed to sign a new declaration to say I was/would:
a, A bad person
b, Likes dogs
c, Concealed nuts in my adult life from the nut police
d, Had earlier that day had the cheek to carry a mixture of fruit and veg. in my hand luggage with the intend to supply.
e, Would never commit such a heinous crime again
As all of the above were true I signed away my life in a document written in Spanish which I have no idea what it meant. If you never see me again I have been enlisted in the Chilean Army.
And its cold.
Also met a man in our Hostel called Clive.....from KILBURN, Derbyshire!
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