Title of this is just borrowed from The Doors translated into Spanish, not really saying children are insane or anything it's just that I couldn't conjure up a title and I'm watching Apocalypse Now with Spanish subs at the moment. Nor am I saying that I don't think all children are insane - there's a good chance they are, just that I don't really have an opinion either way about it. You'd really think I'd have just changed the title instead of writing this verbose explanation but there we are, the legacy of my struggling to meet the word count in academic essays I suppose.
I don't know if I have done enough of interest in the last couple of days to warrant this (just to warn anybody bored enough to continue reading despite that last paragraph), but I've had a really boring day and feel like a release through writing which doesn't involve littering my notepad with more inarticulate writings that resemble the work of My Chemical Romance (hyperbole - almost certain they're not nearly as depressing nor as shite).
For the last couple of days I've been staying in a Hotel, 'Hotel Cumbaya', living the high life....relatively. Having said that, yesterday I lost my key and couldn't leave on account of the fact I couldn't get back in without being able to explain the situation to the guy at reception, which I could not. Couldn't even leave the place to get food or water....was like 127 Hours only 7 Hours and I didn't have to drink my own piss or cut my own arm off, still though, pretty intense.
Don't want to mislead you and make it sound as though being locked in a room for 7 hours was the most entertaining thing to happen to me since I wrote one of these, it's just the first thing that came to my head to write of. Thursday and yesterday I went to a couple of gigs, which were both really good and opened my eyes to the fact that good music is produced in countries such as Ecuador, something which I guess I was too ignorant to have thought the case before I came here. Also I kinda liked the fact that I couldn't understand the lyrics, I think when you're listening to unfamiliar music live trying to follow and comprehend the lyrics can be detrimental to your overall comprehension of the music and therefore kinda ruin things. That's just me anyway, perhaps I'm just a little too slow for it all. The bars that I've been to so far are really cool too, far more akin to the bars of Liverpool than I anticipated. Still getting used to the fact that when people here go to 'parties' after gigs and stuff, that isn't synonymous with getting shitfaced and causing irreparable damage to your liver and integrity though. I mean, my brain can recognise that it's a good thing, but my alcohol-dependent British heart/liver say different.
Tomorrow I might go visit the British Embassy to see about getting a Visa. Still debating whether or not to do so though because apparently that Julian Assange debacle means that there's loads of Ecuadoreans protesting down there every day and I think that me showing up might result in them presuming I'm some colonial wanker and setting me alight or something. In any case I read that if you just stay illegally, the only consequence is that you incur a 9 month ban from the country on departure. Just enough time to get a girl pregnant at home and retreat to Ecuador when the kid comes (tasteless/poor joke, sorry).
Gonna leave it here because I haven't much more to say, indeed reading that ^ back it would appear I had little to say in the first place. I will mention though, earlier I went to McDonalds and managed to order a whole meal and say I was eating in, all that shit, without any problems. Small victory but I'm reveling in it after numerous frustrations in food places. You could even say I'm lovin' it (holy shiittttt - new low). Gonna make these entries more sporadic after this, and hopefully more entertaining as a result.
P.S. My Ecuadorean Television career is over before it truly begun....gonna watch Brando's performance in this film even more attentively than usual.
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