I think you are being to cruel
[QUOTE=Black Hawk69;1127347]Now that is what I am talking about ! You are on vacation, and if money is such as big issue that you cannot afford to spend $75.00 dollars a night for a luxury type of apartment for a short stay, then you have no business going on vacation. This was one of the reasons I tried to help you out Ho Whisperer, because I did not think you were a cheap ass like Tar Heel Bred. If he only has a thousand dollars to go on vacation to Cartagena for two weeks, he does not belong on vacation, especially to a city such as Cartagena, and he should be trying to find a better job, or picking up a second job so he can AFFORD to go on vacation, and be able to enjoy it.[/QUOTE]Just because a guy works at Walmart and only has $1, 000 to spend in CTG for two weeks doesn't mean He should have to stay home and jerk off.
He can at the airport walk toward the street so the taxi will cost less. He can bring cans of tuna fish with him so he won't spend any money on food.
He can hang outside of LDV and meet the girls there so He won't have to spend money on drinks.
He can drink tap water instead of bottled water.
He can argue with the girls to get the lowest possible price, then after the session He will not tip the girl no matter if even a GFE was provided.
He can stay at the El Conquestador so his room will be cheap.
He can stay away from the Playa so He won't have to pay Tony his tribute.
The most important thing left for him to do would be to find a guy like yourself and hang with him and when the check comes He can go to the bathroom. I'm sure you won't mind carrying a poor Monger.
Remember, it is better to give than receive.
Shoot out at the Laguito Corral
Last night I was walking, or I should say hobbling along with my crutches. I was moving slow as this was the first time in months I was out at night walking. I was heading to a friends house for a little party and some Mexican food. Just as I passed the curve I heard some very loud popping sounds. At first I thought it was firecrackers. I turned around and directly behind me, like 30 or 40 feet, there was a silver pickup truck. The truck was pulling out of the parking lot on the same side of the street as me. It was straddling the side walk, on its way to making a right turn. Pop, Pop, Pop.
People were running, glass was flying and that was when I figured there was gun play at hand. Smoke was coming out of the shattered windows of the truck. I could see into the now broken passenger side window. There was a street light close by and I saw smoke engulfing the inside of the pick up.
I could not tell who was firing, whether it was coming from inside the truck or out side. Sounded like 4 or 5 shots and they did not all sound alike. There could have been several shooters.
One of the street guys fled past me holding his hand and blood was everywhere. It looked like he was shot in the hand. A split second later more shots rang out and some one pushed me to the ground. I guess he thought this was for my own good. He saw the crutches but flogged me down anyway. I was ok, just a little more banged up.
Every thing went silent. It was a little surreal. I laid low while looking for more shooters. All around me were people hiding. Hiding around building corners, hiding behind planters or on the ground, pressing their bodies as low as they could. I rose to me feet and surveyed the situation. As I was getting a fix on the truck, all of a sudden it started up. Wheels screeching, it popped into gear and roared away just past me. There were 3 or 4 men in the truck, it was one of those 4 door Toyota models. A pair of police officers happen to be cruising by on a motorcycle no more that 5 seconds behind the pick up truck and gave chase.
At that point people were just milling about. Since this is not my first gun fight / hit I have seen in Colombia, I decided the best course of action at this point was to leave and go eat some Mexican food. I stayed at my friend's house for a few hours, the food was great. I headed back home around 10:00. As I passed on my way home, there were all kinds of police and investigators working the scene. They had it all taped off just like CSI Miami!
I was very happy I did not get shot and it looked like no one was dead. At least I did not see any body's on the ground. I do not know what happened to the pick up truck with the men. I do not know if they were the targets, the shooters or just a group of drunken Colombians playing with their guns. I am sure that I will read all about it in today's paper.
Life here in Colombia continues to be, well how do I say, eventful!
The body count continues.
The Vagabundo