Bus babies

Tomorrow we board the bus to Bariloche. Quite exciting. It´ll take 18 hours overnight BUT DON´T WORRY this is the translated description of what we get on our bus.

Individual and double armchairs, declining 160 degrees with apoyapiernas. Gaseous drinks, wines, whiskeys, champagnes. Coffee, tea. Toilette. Functional music and videos. Lights of reading. Heating and conditioned air. Pads and blankets of trips. Cellular telephony long distance. Cold dinners and I warm up on board, breakfast and lunch at noon. Customised attention of aids.

Off to play Fussball now with our Spaniard friends. Byeeeeee XX

Cuba Cuties

Hey there mates,

Well, we ain´t brown yet coz it´s only bloody been winter in Cuba, hasn´t it. Hannah has had alll illnesses known to man since we boarded the plane from Heathrow. Put it this way, you don´t wanna go to the toilet after her. . .

On the upside, we are travelmiesters now. Het´s lower arms are light pink and we have lost the double iPod charger. (Y) Noice one.

Here is a list of some of the interesting people we have met:-

Coco - our Cuba tour leader, we love him. Hannah loves him a little too much. . . ;) He cried when we left and he like House music.

Virgil - We didn´t like her so much when we met her. Named her LA chick. blond, 45, got a kid, has a french manicure and talks non-stop about herself and her adventures. But we grew to enjoy her stupid voice because she got drunk and fell in love with shagrat. Her nickname for us is ´her band girls´. She fed us biscuits.

Jess and Alicia - our ozzy mates but they have a problem with the kiwis. Not the fruit. Pretty and practical. Our best friends so far. They bullied a bit but we don´t mind.

Others include Carol-Ann and Brian (scottish lovers) - have catchphrases including ýou´ve changed´.

Funny people we met along the way...

Granny casa, walkabout man, denim dude, pretty pink, pretty 20, neighbour nigel, arthur, vodoo tash, rival cuba tour (assholes) - all in Vinales valley.

At Maria La Gorda ( paridiso beacha) someone offered us chocolate in a sleazy american voice. Han was worried and only had a bite. Has lived to fight another day. Het ate it all and is alive.

Soroa = arguement about laundry, don´t worry we didn´t pay in the end. Boo ja!

In Mexico airport someone asked Het ´Where are you coming?´and Han replied Áll...over....your face´We hahaed, a bit too harhard.

Het also has pink nose.

Flash forward to Argentina and we´re being asked (twice by the same person; he´s a drunk) ´Can i ask you a question?....... Áre you guys together?´

What da fuk?

And finally today, a new friend, Laslo from Hungary. Bit odd. (that´s an understatement)

Speaks like the Moon from Mighty Boosh and for example Het asked ¨What´s your job?¨And he says (in moon voice) (loudly) ´I WORK AT MCDONALDS.....well, i don´t know, we will go into that another time´.

In 5 mins we are getting a 5 hour lift to a commercial beach with a lovely french girl and the Hostel worker. Cool. Han has necterines and a Grapefruit and Het has an orange¨. Boo hoo Het.

Check out this piccy of us on the beach. That was a brill day. Feelin´hot hot hot...

Love you all so much. Missin ya, wish we could be kissin ya.

Your gals XX