doctor juvenal

doctor juvenal was a cool dude

he drove us all about the salaar de uyuni

with a big smile on his face

he didnt really speak english

and none of us spoke quechua

but his spanish was good

my average italian meant i could communicate a bit

so as usual the babel fish did the vast majority of the work

the quebecoise could also get by a bit

but the bogans up the back had no hope

he was funny too

he made an ongoing joke for days about about maggots big hair

saying 'pollo!, pollo! and giggling like a school kid

it took a while before my foetal stage monoglot brain got that he was referring to 

his hair being like a roosters comb...

poyo! poyo!

points at head

tick tick tick

poyo? poyo?

tick tick tick

ahhhhhh!

pollo!

bahahahhahha

pollo! pollo!

for a seeming eternity a line from a song came into my head

but i coudnt figure out what it was from

or even what the lyrics were

i just kept singing

doctor juvenal!

doctor juvenal!

and calling him doctor juvenal....

none the wiser as to who what why where when or whow

as it was in an age of scarce internet

just the odd internet cafe in big towns

or zero on the altiplano

it was only months later that it occurred to me...