Letter to Krissy:
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Book III

I almost said hello Franny. But that was the last letter. This is the Hello Krissy letter. Did I ever tell you about Franny? I like Franny. But we’ll leave it at that. We are on a mountain at the Middlemeer. Diea or what? Anyhow, the sun shines, it’s warm and very pretty. I want to tell you about the glacier on Castle City but first I’ll tell you reality things. Do you want details? That we got on the plane and landed and took a Bus to the center of Palma then went to information, had a coffee at café then stayed at a hostel just around the corner and went out for supper and the city center is so cool, a little touristy, the island, and the architecture and old stone streets so narrow you better forget about your Ford Mercury.

We rented a car today, two days later, and came here, just as touristy but less. And pretty chilled, just like Wiebke and I aren’t. The sun’s about to go away. The island is clean. Water is in the sea and what not. Buy a travel guide. Wiebke did. It’s well worth the 30 marks. Speaking of marks, you need some of them here. You might think, oh, Spain, not so expensive. We’ll you’re wrong. At least the service is good. Well usually, not always. Not by these assholes at the Pizza place in Diea. The waiter wouldn’t even talk to us. I wanted to throw chairs around but I manage to stuff my anger once again and we just left and bought a beget and some cherizo, water and coke and it cost a forth as much or less and fuck the bastards if they don’t want to serve you. Nothing, well likely a few things, like prices of some things here, pisses me off more than some twat that’s got something up his ass, and he doesn’t know where his ass is, and he can’t waiter worth a shit, and thinks because he’s got the new issue of Penthouse before you, he’s way too cool to serve peasants. Fuck you and all the assholes that think like that. If you’re a dumb fuckin’ cunt, get a job in the government or something, not in service. Bastard.

Where was I, oh, something else is cool here. A day is 12 hours long. Just like the video stores in Germany. When the night comes it’s the next day. So if you want a car for 11 days, you have to pay 12. They try to suck every possible bit of cash out of the tourists that usually have it to spend. Especially the Germans. But despite the money hungry vultures, and I don’t blame them or accuse them of any kind of crime to humanity, it’s a free market thing and all. Where was I? Something about it’s pretty as hell here. I wouldn’t come here from where you are but from where we are, it’s really pretty cool.

I’ll try tell you some cool things later but I was just thinking about Castle City and how since the mountain is so bloody high, there has to be a huge snow cap. Glacier mass, maybe I’ll call up Jeff Jones and tell him to send his book about the pending avalanche, that is if he never finished it and doesn’t intend to. And I could work it in. But not really. It ain’t about natural disaster. Though there might be parts of the Castle that reach as far as the glacier. Or maybe they don’t like it in the cold and some weird people live up there. But certainly there is large clean water run off.

I don’t know what you know about this ever pending book. I’d like to finish typing my letter to Franny, which is 65% finished, and rewrite my first once more then I’m hoping to be unemployed, don’t tell anyone, and do some serious going at this Castle City thing. I’m a little afraid of it, ‘cause it’s going to be so excellent it’s going to be not so easy for me to do it.

Well, lich mich on the bopus, or something.

_bunnie stop_

By the way, the town is called Deia. And we walked down to the main drag and bought some more food and a couple beers. We had a little late night, not so late, picnic up by the church, monastery thing. And little lizards are everywhere here. They’re so cute. Tomorrow we’ll go into Soller and have a look about. And other towns on other days. Maybe a swim in the ocean somewhere as well. I’ll keep you posted on major events.

_bunnie stop_

One more thing before I sign off. Valldemosa is a brutally cool place for a short walk about but it’s a little over touristy. It cost 10 marks for a Fanta and an orange juice. And we saw a burnt man. He was all healed and his kids were cheery but he was scar tissue from head to toe. Ears and nose and hair burnt off. A little of his ear was there and most of his nose. In a way he looked quite interesting. Once you got beyond the fright of it. Well later babe.

_bunnie stop_

Trisha was kissing me in my dream. And I wanted her to keep doing it. But Amer wasn’t there. Tim was. And someone, maybe Tassy had come in and stole a few things that no one wanted or cared about except a small gismo on my computer and Kowalski was playing a game with the new Thomas at work and people were stuffing boxes of things, that weren’t used anymore, into the rafters. Easier than throwing things away. And I tossed and turned and the bed is not so comfortable. I’m used to a little harder. I don’t know Krissy. But anyhow. It’s time for breakfast. And the wind is blowing so fiercely that I don’t know what we might do today. Maybe go watch waves. They can be pretty cool. I think it would be nice though, if the wind stopped though. And the sun came out though. Well smell ya later, then. Nothing to report unless I tell you about walking up a mountain to the ruins of a castle and the impossibleness of battle there but how it changed hands a couple times. The Moors came to the island. They came to a lot of Spain. They are gone now. The Christians again have rule. I won’t say nothing more.

_bunnie stop_

Today, Tuesday, was some fun. We saw a pretty town, Forneluch or something, and had a little walk about. Drove on a winding road till we came to a monastery. We told them to save us a room for Thursday & Friday. Then we drove back to Sollar with intention to take it easy. A little looking about and then back to Diea. Aber, we hit a hole just before Sollar. It wasn’t really so close. It crunched. I knew something was fucked. In Sollar, after going over the smallest bump, the air went out of the front tire. The inside of the rim, I saw when putting on the spare, was well bent. Not a little. But the kind that means you can throw it away. We phoned the car rental and they said come in. Well, that’s up over the mountain and down to the capital. After finding the place and him saying we would likely have to pay, he sent us to the airport area. We eventually fond that and were sent to another place. The man changed it and we left. All in all, with traffic through the long rush hour, it cost us a few hours and a little stress. But we ate in Palma, had a coffee and came back. We didn’t pay but it was a bit of a shit. Not anything too worrisome, it’s all solvable shit. The sort of thing to add to the excitement of a howlerday. And still, it’s a pretty place. Later, Krissy.

_bunnie stop_

Wee, my fine feathered friend. I’m going up around the bend. Down to the next hill. Searching for my next thrill. Look for some girls without no tops. What’s that, just a pair of legs. Well I had sex in my head when I woke up. Just that insatiable imagination where anyone you can think of is naked and needs to be gobbled up. Sex sex sex. Bigger than T. Rex. Better than a telephone unless you do it all alone. But seriously. Sometimes I couldn’t give a thought about sex. Even if there were naked women running around. I’d think it was nice that there were tits out and what not, but I would think it was just a bother. Who needs that nonsense. But on other times, I might see a good looking cat and wonder why it didn’t turn into a sexy woman. I could start saying really dumb things now. No, I mean even dumber than usual, so I’m gonna quit.

_bunnie stop_

Here we are, Saturday night, in bed. We’re in a real tourist town now. It’s more the beach thing. Before was the mountain and natural wonders. We’re in a hotel. The monastery was better. This dog barking, load music somewhere and cars going by is shitty. I was just reminded by this, that in Venezuela we were in a roadside hotel. But it was more happening. We were the minority, as foreigners, in the hotel and the staff was glad to have us. Tits are cool. One time, they, this was the second time there, they, against our will and request, put us in a cocaine lords hotel. We wanted to be in the Bahia again on account they were our friends and it was at the beach and the center of the little village. Town. We were a little upset with Sunquest when we found out the Bahia had many empty rooms. They wouldn’t move us, so we moved ourselves and paid to stay. The cocaine man tried to have us arrested at the airport, money gets you those kind of favours, but luckily, I was away from the boys at the time and tracked down a tour rep and called the consulate. News got out that the consulate was on line and all the passports reappeared. The plane left 30 minutes later. There’s a fucking mosquito in here somewhere. Anyhow, I think I told Franny this already. I don’t know, maybe not. We talked to Sunquest in Canada, wrote a letter to the chief and were hoping for a rebate because of the lie they sold us. They gave us nothing. No apology. They actually gave us shit and told us not to go back to Venezuela because the drug lord, the guy that threatened the Sunquest rep with a gun to book his hotel, didn’t like us. The point? I don’t know. It has not much to do with this trip. This ain’t a cocaine haven. And we’re still waiting for a rebate from Sunquest but they don’t care about their customers’ requests, just money. And if they want to have dealings with cocaine runners, that’s their business but it shouldn’t have to be mine. People get a vacation maybe once a year, they don’t want to feel like idiots. For us, it was a fun adventure but - whatever. That’s long past, I’m not harbouring any resentment to Sunquest because of their lying and crooked ways. One expects to be cheated and robbed and abused in this world. That’s the way of the money religion. I’ve a pain in my head. I think I’ll go to bed.

_bunnie stop_

Freedom is just a cheep lie to make you an eager slave to the system. And fish are always upside down, when you look at them. And there was one other thing. But it don’t much matter. Our trip is almost over. I could use a rest.



by Joanne B. Washington

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