Buenos Dias, Bocadillas
pronounced Boo-weh-ness (not aweh-ness) dee-us, Boca-deeryas
Is a message given to any traveller who embarked on his/her own journey into the unknown. A journey to find peace, prosperity and the odd buckwild jol. This term has been used by the Incas of the Andes for hundreds of years but scholars maintain that this translation was lost years ago. It can be loosely translated as "Good morning, sandwiches" but lets rather go for the more poetic one.
Our South American journey begins on a solemn note with the passing of a truly great gringo. Muchos prayers and thoughts go out the Hunt family! Here we are on the eve of the birthday of the Spaniard himself, Chunky Rule, ready packed up for a two month adventure to the real land of the gringoes and the gauchos. We depart for Buenos Aires, Argentina in the morning and will be setting foot in a land of fine wine, fine ladies (margs, thats just what I've heard) and fine steak (apparently the rump is deeeelicious). Pity the only words of Spanish we know are "si" and "bocadillos". So yes, Chunks is going to have some serious game with the senoritas......"Yes, Sandwiches" will have them weak at the knees! This could prove to be an interesting first evening in the city they call the Paris of South America.
A great deal of our trip is planned and a map will show you how myself and Chunky plan to traverse the continent in the vein of 15th century Spanish Conquistadors (minus the raping and pillaging). Apart from places we are going, we will also be galloping the streets of Rio Carnival with a Horse and be collaborating on stage with the Backstreet Boys on their world tour.
More from us soon as we actually get stuck into our very own Gringo Trail!
Peace hombres
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