Fiona's Quiet Life

Abi­gail says that is going on my tombstone.….….…..not that i can remem­ber all that i was going to put om ‘me’ blog.
i am in Glas­gow, my suit­case is some­where in south Amer­ica. and included in it is the memory card that i filled up with hun­dreds of pho­tos, all i have are the ones in the cam­era taken on the last day of a two week whirl­wind tour of Brazil, Argen­tina and Chile.

Brazil was hot ‚humid and scary, we were stay­ing in an hotel on Ipan­ema beach and were warned not to go out at night, that made din­ing dif­fi­cult as the hotel had no res­taur­ant and there were none within two blocks so we did a lot of scut­tling about after dark.….…..oooh but the cof­fee was the best i have ever tasted.
bought a bikini near the beach. we came to the con­clu­sion that the song girl from Ipan­ema was writ­ten because she was the only good look­ing girl passing, they all seemed to be short and fat and old but the were at least tanned…to the point of old leather.….i was a strange shade of sal­mon pink, with eye­brows rap­idly get­ting blon­der and blon­der in the strong sun till they seemed to dis­ap­pear alto­gether. Brazili­ans don’t seem to smile much.

In strong con­trast to Rio De Janeiro Buenos Aires, Argen­tina was buzz­ing i would recom­mend it to any­body and the people smile a lot.

baby grapes

One of the many vin­yards where we went wine tasting

Chile was big and very green but about to turn yel­low as it is a desert with snow covered moun­tains on one side and the sea

Chile coast

on the other.

then at the airport.

which is why my suit­case is some­where in south amer­ica and i am not.
i will write more when and if my suit­case arrives with my photo card.

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