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Need



Bum bite and the Bonus Bono!
 


I had a meander around our capital the other day looking at the buildings and the boats and no, the pictures didn’t exactly bite me on the bum either, my fault not yours, or hers …or for that matter his………..well maybe his.

`Cos it was at the sea front where the trouble began. That interesting liner which I understand transports holidaying Germans, was at berth, and with such voluptuous (ok to use that word before 9pm?) lips it was the most colourful subject in my viewfinder. But without a travel ticket, Señor Security would not let me pass.



OK, the harbour security guy is there for a reason and they sure did a number on this middle aged Scot….the turning point was the approach of the gents in olive green. How do you translate “I was only taking pictures guv” to a bored civil guard pulled away from his newspaper on a hot pm Thursday?

I tried and I failed. But then, that’s the trouble with security, it’s too …secure.

Do you ever feel that (another) arrest is only days away? And all because I keep my finger on the camera shutter…poised for that WOW factor in imagery which meantime eludes.

Ho hum.

But it’s not all bad news. Did you know that the local bus company is selling special prize tickets? They’ve certainly sold one to me. Not being one of the 4x4 crowd, I get around our adopted home by guagua. And after climbing aboard one such transport in Corralejo, capital bound I put my “Bono” in the slot (as you do). But it got stuck causing something approaching consternation not only with the driver but those behind me waiting to board ….After a couple of phone calls and the usual arm waving ceremony, our dear driver gave up and we set off. Further interest was to come as he declined entry to intending passengers whom proffered Tarjeta Dineros and wouldn’t or couldn’t pay cash. However half way to Rosario my ticket popped out the machine and after a further arm waving ceremony and other emotional outbursts it was returned to yours truly.



No problemo.

But it was only when I changed transports in the new bus station and further used my ticket for the last leg home that I noticed it had not been charged …bonus bono! Maybe it is because I’m such a good customer that they are giving me what appears to be a free ride….wonder how long this will last?

I can see these boys in olive green climbing on my bus.

Have fun!

 
Surf Bum
Donald Innes is a writer and photographer, see more of his pictures on
http://donaldinnesross-aplaceforinnes.blogspot.com If you are interested in buying any of his pictures just call him on 662 529580