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Near Death Experience # 22
It sure is warming up in El Cotillo, sufficiently so that I
have become a season ticket holder at Los Lagos. But such
peregrinations have not been without the now customary near
death experience.
Imagine, if you will, the scene. I am basting gently in the
mid-day sun, however the heat is such that I have to take a dip
in the aquamarine coolant ….the tide is low and thus I can
simply sit there, chilling literally, and watch the passing
show of body beautiful, or beached whale!
At first I thought it was imagination, the sea bed was
trembling, “Oh no, not the first volcano for how many years?”
But then, the sun was partially eclipsed, maybe it was a
Nostradamus day, my blood ran cold, the end of the world
appeared to be nigh. And then I noticed the reason for these
strange and sudden happenings. Two very substantial ladies,
buck-naked of course, were lumbering straight toward me.
Perhaps my diminutive and mostly submerged frame had escaped
their notice….
I struggled with my inner self, (and struggled to get up)
summoning the little German language I know, a small tattoo of
a flag giving away the origins of at least one of the duo.
Wurden sie bitte ihre hose anziehen? I don’t suppose “Please
can you put your clothes?” on made much sense considering the
circumstances, but I thought it was worth a try, and although
they appeared not to hear, they must have spotted me as they
wobbled to the left a moment before impact… T MINUS TWO SECONDS
and counting, The wash from the two larger than life frames
almost knocked me over, Does anyone know a translation for
“You're frightening the fish” in Deutsch? Clearly I will have
to learn more of the tongue Teutonic!
So what else has happened to this stranger in a strange town?
Started my one to one Spanish tuition with a lovely lady, who
turns out to be French!
Oh and the water. Off again, and not for the first time, and
just as the heat got turned up…. fortunately, there are showers
on the roof. So it was al fresco for this guy at 8.30 in the
morning, dunno what my building buddies made of it, and of
course what will happen if one of the female residents turns up
while I am soaping this body beautiful?
Oh dear, I can almost hear the sirens wail. Wonder if the one
phone call rule applies on Fuerte? Who shall I call?
Talk again soon, hopefully not from prison!
Surf Bum
Donald Innes is a writer and photographer,
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