plyugavenky Poor little man has grown rich and matured. And then he generously gave the household: wife - a straight nose, her daughter, a high school student - Round tits, her son, third graders - Blackberry, and the baby - lisapet. And do not hurt yourself. Instead of a broken rattletrap - a powerful SUV, instead of muddy water fire - Nenashenskaya a bottle of whiskey. From France or Germany, one of garbage, the main thing that makes good on balls. Has the right - plowed into literal and figurative sense. Home - a parody of the royal palace and a museum of ancient art. Rich ceiling moldings, plump sofas, lamps, murmuring waterfalls and marble panther. "Well that woman? Get ready. Soon in Europe we will go! Let it know how beautiful our Kolombiya! "And then, othlebnuv another whiskey, lecturing to children and jealous of his wife. "Study well! Education - the most important thing in life! "" What are you talking so marica Jaime? I bear a fourth child! You will not? Then I it will give birth to someone else! "and walk away, essentially slamming the door. This lyanero, returned at dawn the next day mayalsya guayabo. A lot of thought over a night and his wife, lovingly brought a tamarind juice, adoringly watched as he drank it in one gulp, and went plowing, both literally and figuratively. At work - not without business acumen valuable worker, a home - a loving husband and father, machist and a drunkard, "a typical pompadour.
That is in my view would look like humanized Villavicencio. In size - a city type of Vinnitsa, the mentality - the village. On tourist pamphlets - a city with high rates of economic growth, trade and tourism. In reality ... the reality of each is different, so I'll write about her.
City afternoon covered with perspiration, it is about enough heat blow. From all sides, like bubbles of ice, he overlaid balnearios, by which we better half lyric hero rode into the center. In the zoo, we decided that of all animals and birds attractive just looks at eagle bank Cerveza Aguila, but to get an eagle in his hand, it was necessary to exchange the green American presidents at the colorful Colombian writers, politicians and warlords.
At the heart of the city was divine. At every step - barbershops, beauty salons, center for plastic surgery, dentistry, beautiful girl with a bandage on his nose, slender girls in too tight jeans, gorgeous girl with dazzling cleavage. Thick tetki sell all kinds of fried figoviny and minutikos, the average thickness of aunties with carts of fruit lure supporters Juice Therapy, preachers in pink and blue robes with a heavenly podvyvaniyami something to broadcast. Spicy sugary smell of Latin America, Afro-Colombians in the beating drums, gadili pigeons on the heads of all without distinction. Celebration of life. I got the camera in anticipation of, and to me immediately ran a youth aged 19 to 49 years.
He was devilishly handsome with a wound gel horns painted red lipstick lips, and without the four front teeth. "And can I take pictures?" Thumbsucker Gringo of professor replied in the affirmative. "Will you betray me fotikom now?" Bad Gringo of professor immediately launched into a detailed explanation about what Polaroid - This yesterday, but "if you leave me your email address, I will gladly send you a photograph ..." Then his wife came running LH did frightened her eyes and I have somewhere to haul, saying that if it were not for her vigilance, even a little bit, and I would have stolen a camera and a scarf and sunglasses, and even a bag of Albania.
in fairyland Chibchombia strelnesh right eye, left, lead the, always in the custody order will enter. So it was at this time - sitting on a "motsiklete" policeman beckoned me with his hand and said that "you already grazed. Luser with horns stood on the corner, carefully portrayed person "injured innocence" and with sham lust was applied to a bottle of "Inca Kola". We asked "policy" to transmit to us in exchange, to which he gladly accepted (bribe give is not necessary!).
I have almost no pictures Villavicencio, for the reasons outlined in the previous two paragraphs. But something I still photographed, and Val-border guard even said: "Look, there PURE!!!»
Although I am not fair to lyaneros. Before the aesthetics of whether when in the gardens of passion fruit is ripening, and in a stable roars hungry beast. Perhaps, with a hungry beast, I gone too far - here "vmіyut hazyaynuvati and cattle satisfied with life exactly as long as it will lead to the slaughter.
Speaking of borscht. I ate it there. History rather melodramatic, and not of Regional Geography and cognitive. Anyone interested or already uctali all of my Decameron?
