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Written by Erik Stone
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Thursday, 01 January 2009 03:25 |
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Most fireworks are illegal here, just like in the US. However, there is a greater sense of freedom here on New Year's, as countless people light fires in the streets, burn kerosine drenched dolls, and in general, just shoot off a shitload of fireworks. Hell yeah. The streets are filled with the smells of sulphur and with the sounds and lights of fireworks. Lucia and I ride with a group of her college friends, with an open bottle of of vodka/pisco mix to the nearest liquor store, where they mix some artificial orange punch in with the alcohol. We proceed to drive to a park, and drink in the van. It was great. When we finish off the bottle between the 5 of us, we head to Fiorella's house for some chicken, a salad, and some french fries. After dinner, we set off our own fireworks, then watch the rest of the crazys from the roof of Fiorella's house. We end the night with drinking games that leave us all feeling great, with smiles on our faces, mixed with funny grins. We get dropped off at our front door by Helbert. To top it off, I'm not even going to share what we got to do before and after the party. We wish everyone a good night and a Happy New Year! |
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Written by Erik Stone
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Wednesday, 31 December 2008 03:50 |
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Tonight, while walking the streets aroun 10:30pm, I saw a park filled with soccer players and spectators. There were about 12 players and 17 spectators, all guys. They were all playing in the yellow of the street lights, which lit up the park. They played well; their footwork like flashes, with precise outcomes, but not perfection. The ball hits the inside rim of the goal, but bounces out. The crowd, first pondering the situation in silence, deliberating, for only a moment, with only the ringing of the metal goal and the bounce of the ball to be heard. . . ing. . . bounce . . bounce . bounce. Yes, an uproar it is. In, or out. The ball is lazily tapped around as the players and spectators start to raise their voices, not in anger, but with concern, and finger pointing. Unknown consensus rules as some of the voices give up, the spectators sit, and the ball moves a little faster. The footwork steadily resumes. The foot-ball moves with vigor, the lights glow yellow, and I start walking back towards the house. |
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Written by Erik Stone
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Friday, 19 December 2008 09:30 |
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There's nothing like waking up as if you were sleeping on a train riding over rough tracks. This morning earthquake wasn't that short. It must have lasted for about 30 sec. It started out pretty strong, then very slowly reducing over time. There wasn't any sound, like the others, just a stronger vibration. Pretty cool. |
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Written by Erik Stone
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Sunday, 14 December 2008 03:20 |
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So I saw a UFO the night before last. It was a moving object as bright as the planet Venus. It took a total of about 5 minutes to move across the night sky. I've never seen such a bright UFO before. The aliens waved to me and threw candy as they flew. Cool aliens. |
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Written by Erik Stone
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Thursday, 11 December 2008 21:12 |
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So the day after the bull fight fair, 12/9/2008, I felt my first earthquake, in real life. I was in a little deli at the time. Some of the tables and hanging lamps shook a bit, so it was no more than a 3 on the richter. It lasted for about 10 seconds. It wasn't too special, but the deli was located in the basement of a very heavy building, which made it fun. . . Today, we had another little tremor at about 2:45am or so. I was still awake and I was talking to John. I was weaker than the first, but still interesting. |
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