something went that way

the bumpy road in the taxi
on the wide motorway
the steamy night in a big plaza with small beer
the girls that served beer in the pool hall
with their tight purple trousers and white shirts
the buzz on the streets while eating a big meaty thing with butt
the bikers training going around and around los proceres
the confusion exiting the airport
vanessas little hair and jota
the traffic so bad a taxi wouldnt have you
the silly man with recorded sales pitch on bleating from his van
the little jumpy dog downstairs crapping on
pans labyrinth
endless ranting from endless channels by some political buffoon or another
bus tickets that cost 100 but really 90
the idiocy of queuing to enter public buildings
the sheer idiocy of having to by trousers to enter then not being able to find anywhere to put them on
vanessa wiggling away furiously telling me to keep up
simona making more arepas and chatering away at a million miles an hour
the new fabtastic rubbish trucks
the rubbish bin full of water, but when to use it?
stalls selling avocados on the street corner
big shopping centre straight out of mallvern
not so great ice creams
oscars parents with their stories reminiscent of rhodesia
the decaying university
big cups of cream with strawberrys in galipan
the chill with view of fog
buildings that stretch on for ever
or did i imagine that/