The Bish Krew on Tour

Welcome to the antics of the BishKrew on tour round the world. Bish Crew members: Tommy O'Gallagher, Kieran Rafter, James Askew, Tom Fleming, Laurie Howell and Teo Lopéz-Bernal.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Three Musketeers


From Santiago to the back end of Bolivia. Photos.


Kawabunga!



Riding Bolivian Stylie.


zzzzzz.....5.15am.....zzzzzz


Lago Colorado


Geezers and Geysers

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee......


Enough said


30c, 3000m,30km...and energy to pose!


Valle de la Luna


Santiago Army.

Look into my eyes, look into my eyes, not around the eyes...your under.

Santiago to the back end of Bolivia...and at last we found him!!!

It was monday morning that we left the three globetrotters in their plush Santiago appartment, it had been a great long weekend of unadulterated tomfoolary and we left with long faces. Sadly this lasted a short while as we were soom absorbed into the fine life in Santiago with our friend Sebastien and his lovely family. We were picked up from the end of the metro line and driven out through the smog, to the green suburb of Las Condes. We quickly established the tone for the week as we immediately took to our beds and began two days of sleep. On tuesday however Teo took a bad turn for the worse and this peaked in a spectacular projectile vomiting session coating everything bar the toilet. Our previous travels were clearly catching up with us, and we saw it fit to sleep some more. It is at this point we should mention Ida, she is the family´s house keeper and she was fantastic. With motherly attention accompanied by a warm smile she served us five meals a day. Breakfast, 11´s, lunch, tea and supper, her motive being that we needed to fatten up. We did not complain as she was a master chef so we simpy ate everything put infront of us, and apart from Teo being struck down it was this limitless hospitality that caused us to emerge from the house 3 days after arrival.

Thursday saw us travel by bus to Valparaiso, the oldest city in Chile. Its buildings fall down the steep hills to the sandy beaches lining the coast. These hills are scaled by funicular railways called Ascencors, it is these that structured our mornings ambling around the colourful alleyways high up above the central plaza. We strolled around the ancient Cerros and got lost looking for Escalar de Muerta. We eventually found our way down another rickety Ascensor and took the coastal metro to the co-city of Viña del Mar. Here we were to be met by Maria, an old Chilean Raleigh chum. We quickly jumped in her jeep thing and were wisked off for a tour of the city. The ride took us up to the coastal village of Con Con where we indulged in a gourmet fish meal in a restuarant overlooking the bay full of sealions and pelicans. The tour took us up and around Viña before returning to Maria house, witnessing an amazing sunset over Valparaiso on our return. We ended up crashing at Maria´s house that night as we had missed the last bus back to Santiago. The evening saw us chilling out at a Chilean appartment, chatting about football, travels and general banter. In the morning we headed back to the capital after what was an awesome time in Viña and Valporaiso.

Soon enough it was Saturday and time to head up north. This could not happen before another one of our daily fights with the six kids- Sebastien, Maria Jesus, Bernandita, Jose Manuel, Javi and Juan Diego. These battles ended up getting quite vicious, with Laurie standing on Jose´s head in one memorable duel. Sadly the battle mostly ended up with us getting defeated simply through shear numbers. The battle may have been one but the war is not over!
Later that day it was time to say goodbye and take another one of our now regular, epic bus journeys, this time up north.

We were thrown off the bus 6 hours down the road at 4am in La Serena at the base of the famed Elqui valley. With nothing open we settled down to 4 hours of freezing sleep in the half open bus station. Later that morning we took the bus up the Elqui valley to the small town of Vicuña, and absolutely shattered, we crashed in a nice hostal till the afternoon. We rolled out of bed and onto the bus to Pisco Elqui, the heart and namesake of the Pisco region. After an overpriced lunch we embarked on a tour of the Pisco distillery ´Tres Erres´, we learnt how they made it, saw where they made it and most importantly drank it. At 40% we returned to Vicuña a happy duo. That evening we visited Mamalluca Observatory and spent the evening looking at Casius Major, Saturn and Jupiter amongst other nebulas and things, and the night was finished off with some traditional music played by the in house astronomist. The next day we returned to La Serena and took the over night bus in the evening for a further 19hrs to the town of San Pedro de Atacama in the middle of one the driest deserts on earth. After checking into Hostal Florida, the next two days in the town saw us cycling around the various delights in the surrounding deserts. We visited Valle de Luna and as recomended watched the crimson sunset, we went sandboarding down the nearby dunes and also had some good chats with fellow desert explorers. It was after these two days that the race began....

Meeting Tom on the 27th had been scrapped as we had decided to go the the Salar de Uyuni on a three day jeep tour, it was so close we couldn´t miss it. We changed the meeting date to the 29th and began the three country sprint up South America. The tour took us up to the Bolivian border at 4500m at the foot of the Altiplano where we had brekky and Coca tea (the basis of Cocaine, Parents) . We then drove on a dirt track for an hour to Laguna Verde at roughly 4600m and watched the lake change colour to become a lucid green colour. The track climbed and climbed to the hot springs at 4800m where we swam and relaxed in the 35c water. We ate a fine lunch out of the jeep and climbed further to the Sol de la Mañana geysers at a head pounding height of 5000m. Feeling the altitude, we descended only 200m where we slept in a shack on the shores of Laguna Colorado. This lake due to the algae is bright red and is the home of three types of flamingoes including the rare James flamingo, we watched these peculiar birds frollick about till sunset and returned to the shack for a breathless nights sleep. After more Coca tea we finally began our descent to the Salar, stopping at a string of flamingo lined lakes and looking at the crazy Dali-esque volcanic rocks. We reached the Salar late that evening and were welcomed into the Salt Hotel, and yes it is made entrirely out of salt. We had a warm night at last and woke up at the un-godly hour of 5 to drive onto the Salar to watch sunrise, it was worth all the grumbling and moaning and was an incredible sight. As the sun came up we drove to Isla Pescada, an ancient island lined with ancient cacti. Here we ate pancakes with our Bolivian drivers and contemplated the vastness of the Salar. The jeeps then roared off across the white expanse and we covered the huge white plain stopping only for novelty photos and salt crystals beneath the salty crust. At 3 in the afternoon we eventually arrived a the tiny town of Uyuni.
We didnt pause for breath as we immediately and desperately wanted to get out the town and start our challenge of reaching Ariquipa in two days. We were so keen to leave we bought both a bus ticket and train ticket . We could not leave till midnight at the earliest so we spent the evening in a pizza place with no money but euros talking to two Raliegh friends who we had luckily met earlier that day. After killing time with good banter we jumped into our Executivo seats at 1 in the morning and chugged off on the train for the Bolivian town of Oruro. We arrived at 7am and instantly went to the bus station, with perfect timing we were told the bus to Arica, Chile left in three hours, this was perfect. After being done over by a Bolivian before we should have expected what was going to happen. Three hours turned into 5 hours, and the bus was now leaving from a place 20 mins outside the city. At least they gave us a pickup to the leaving point we thought. However when the jeeps back wheel exploded at 120kmh we were sure the bus would have left without us. But with minutes to spare a lift down the road to the bus stop left us on a bus for 9 hours to Arica on the other side of the Andes. After passing amazing volcanoes in the Lauca national park we got to Arica late at night, and we said ´f*¨! this¨and checked into a hostal for the first sleep in 24 hours. Slightly fresher we got a Collectivo (taxi) across the border to Tacna, Peru and then a rickety bus to Ariquipa 7 hours up the road....and then....

We found him!! The elusive Tom Fleming, tanned, smiling but with a glint in his eye...

TL and now T

Monday, May 29, 2006

One from Arequipa

Hey all,

It´s Flemuche here!! I do still live depite any rumours. I am emailing from Arequipa in Peru, hopefully a couple of hours before meeting up with LT. We´re going to head off on travels round Peru and Ecuador, hopefully where we´ll see JA (loving the new blonde james by the way!) Definately looking forward to heading off as i have been twidling my thumbs for 2 days and seeing such culturally diverse things as the Da-vinci code (not worth it) and X-men 3. Arequipa is a good place, but is rammed with travelers plus the typical american pensioners on a coach tour. I went out with some Austrian girls for a meal last night, they were obcessed with being budget and I ended up having steak, chips and rice for less than a dollar - if i am not ill later today i will be amazed!

I have had a wicked 4 months in Costa Rica, although i was gutted not to be there for the bish krew S.A. re-union, i have been reading about it. I also visited Panama and Nicaragua while i was there. The Panama canal is a definately overated sight, i had to pay for an expensive taxi ride and then pay again to watch a boat go really slowly past me!!

I will post some photos on the blog in a few days when i get them on c.d.

Later,

Tom.

P.s. Thea and Lizzie are staying in the same hostal by co-incidence!!

Friday, May 26, 2006

Ecuador Pics

This particular rodent is renowned for its disproportionately large faeces.


Our lodge at the top of a gruelling staircase.
"THEY'RE IN MY HAIR!" - they really were.
Deep in the amazon the intrepid explorers pause for a photo op.
The view from OUR hammock on OUR balcony of OUR room. It was ours.

Her name was Veronica and she had an adorable ability to imitate laughter. No shit.

We'd heard that over-fishing was a major problem. We really had to restrain ourselves.
Stop... Hammock time!

The world famous Otavalo market

A distracting backdrop, but we like it.
To this day the soppy buggers blame this photo on a "dusty gust of wind".
Pululahua crater

The Equator

Quito 26/05/06

Howdy folks,

As I'm sure you were previously aware, this will be the final KJT blog of the entire tour... We'll just give you a moment to take that in. It's okay... shhh, this is a hard time for all of us. Right, we shall continue. Tomorrow morning KT will depart for Miami at precisely 8:26 (twenty-SIX for F's sake - that's the yanks for you) whilst our hero James will remain in his homeland, plowing into his own hard earned cash *ahem* as he counts turtles, monitors whales and teaches misfortunate seals to read.

High in the Andes, Ecuador's capital unfurls into an inplausibley long north-south ribbon, over 30km long and just 5km wide (almost as big as my...). To the west the city is dramatically hemmed in by the steep green walls of Pichincha, a formidable, active volcano that has been threatening to splurge its hot gunk all over the city for several terrifying years. To the east the urban sprawl abruptly drops away to a wide valley that descends down to the untamable and spectacularly unspoiled Amazon basin. We're talking about Quito by the way.

We arrived here on the 16th and have since had an incredible time. Our first day was spent absorbing the vibe of the city, booking bus tickets for future adventures and of course, loading our kitchen with the necessary supplies for the romantic meal we would be rustling up that evening. At around 8pm our guests arrived and were served a dish they themselves described as "quite literally the best portion of food (they'd) ever eaten". They also added, "all my life's meals subsequent to this one will only make me depressed, I think I'd like to go and lie down". In seriousness though, we do think that Ruthy and Jorge rather liked our chilli con carne and it was the least we could do, given the amazing hospitality they would be providing us with during our stay.

On the second day we boarded a bus to the equator with our cameras primed for all sorts of novelty shots. Having all studied Geography to at least the age of 14, we'd like to clarify now just how much of a farce the whole "north-south divide" theory is (if anything, the cafe's were slightly cleaner in the southern half). After this, we jumped in a taxi to view the incredible volcanic crater of the extinct Pululahua. The evening was spent exploring Quito's glitzy new town where, we are embarassed to say, we quickly discovered "The Queen Vic" where we partook in an evening of english lager, arguments about english football, english fisticuffs after closing time and several other pastimes that invariably provide one with that warm swell of patriotism in the pit of one's stomache.

On Friday we spent the morning ascending the teleferiqo to an altitude of over 4km where we found stunning views of the city and the surrounding volcanoes. The afternoon saw us strolling through the centro historico, admiring ancient spanish architecture before catching an extremely crowded bus to the legendary town of Otavalo. Upon arrival, we quickly checked into a budget hotel where we would spend the evening before an insane day of market shopping.

4:20 - very, very loud spanish music booms from the town centre. Sleep becomes impossible. Empty beer bottles launched from balcony. 4:40 - music grinds to a halt. Lead singer carted off to hospital. Sleep continues. Bottles not returned. Deposit lost.

The Saturday market was absolutely amazing! We had no idea just how many hand crafted goodies we really needed. Not to mention the clothes, animals, food and of course, pirate DVDs. The place is huge, but nothing on Eastville, naturally. That afternoon, we raced back to Quito in time for a Saturday night out with the Raads, featuring a lovely meal and some dancing at La Zona (The Zone - our spanish is really coming along).

Sunday was pretty chilled out. We devestated a traditional ecuadorian meal at Jorge's, consisting of succulant fried pork, four types of corn, roast potatoes and a selection of fantastic ice cream for dessert. After this we returned to our flat for a good night's sleep before our voyage to Tena.

The bus journey to Tena took five and a half hours and we nearly died on several occasions. The bus driver would make a habit of accelerating round blind bends, with steep drops into ravines on one side and oncoming traffic on the other. At some traffic lights, James also nearly choked on a peanut which was very scary. We arrived in one piece however and managed to organise our 3 day jungle trek along with our accomodation for that evening in what we think was close to seven minutes.

The jungle was an awesome experience, but we can already see how much we've rambled, so we'll keep it concise. On the first morning we trekked through dense primary rainforest before eventually arriving at a fast flowing stream which we followed as far as we could. This included the unharnessed ascent of four waterfalls which was far more dangerous than any bungee jump/sky dive we had done previously. After a delicious lunch at the jungle lodge we took a leisurely stroll through some of the tamer areas of the forest where we were shown a large variety of the natives' medicinal plants which, scepticism aside, was extremely interesting.

The second morning was spent trekking through a canyon. It was this part of the trip that the salesrep had described as the "Indiana Jones phase" due to the oppresively dense greenery, the tight squeezes/climbes through bat infested caverns and the standard issue leather whips which we were all given at breakfast. Naturally, we spent the entire day humming the Indiana Jones tune along with Jurassic Park and, very occasionally, Ghostbusters. What can way say? It's a classic. After another delicious lunch at the jungle lodge, we grabbed a collection of large rubber tubes and drifted down the gorgeous river.

The final day involved a brief trek through some secondary rainforest before arriving at one of the more authentic indigenous communities. Here we tried their drinks, learnt about their survival techniques and generally mingled as we pleased. The whole jungle experience was absolutley fantastic and we were slightly sad to head back to Quito last night. Anyway, we should probably head off before we start to ramble...

Lots of love,

KJT



Oh there is one more thing... It's been emotional.

Monday, May 22, 2006

A taster!!

Unlimited pisco tasting.Blurred vision.



Saturn. Seen.

Mamalluca Observatory.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Quito Information

Hi guys -a few ideas for things to do while in Ecuador:
More about things to do in Quito, and the apartment at www.my-Quito.com -enjoy

Monday, May 15, 2006

Iguazu falls photos.


Waterfall.

The Hardcore on their epic journey.

44hrs on the party bus!!

Crikey, I can´t believe my eyes , is that a Toucan?!

Garganta del Diablo (Devil´s Throat)


L: Oh, is that a rainbow in the foreground?

T: Yes it is, how spectacular!

´There for a short time remembered for a lifetime´


Coati (Nasua narica)

Iguazu Falls

Amongst the madness that both BA and Santiago have invoked, the two more rough, and hardcore looking members of the crew took a four day detor to visit one of the most beautiful natural wonders this planet has to offer. Despite plans having been created to orchestrate an almost* entire crew outing to the Iguazu falls, it was left for us to fly the flag over the torents of water that awaited us 20hrs up the road by bus.
*( by almost i mean without Flemuche, who still remains an elusive editor to this fine archive of journalism, if your reading ´get involved´)

We left for the falls on Tuesday evening. As the others had three seats still booked, it left us with five seats for the journey north to Puerto Iguazu. By seats we mean beds as we had decided to pay the extra 2 pounds or so to indulge in the delights of ´Coche Cama´. With the two of us sprawled out across five business class coach seats we soon fell asleep and were abruptly woken the next morning by an Argentine stewardess clothed in only an apron, beholding some croissants and coffee. The 2 pounds extra had proved well spent and two hours later we had reached our destination. We left immediately for the ´Parque National Iguazu´. On arrival we were kindly informed that the park required 8 hours minimum to fully experience its delights, with only 6 hours left we quickly hopped onto the ´high speed´ train set to take us to ´La Garganta del Diablo´( the bigger waterfall). Walking out to the edge, on a platform, looking straight down the Devil´s Throat, we spent a while trying desperately to take in the shear scale of this waterfall. With Laurie trying to return to the train, realizing that we had only seen a quarter of the waterfalls, Teo felt it necessary to stop at all the snake signs with the hope that they had been kind enough to stay close to these signposts.

We then took a walk along the runways and paths that criss-crossed the park down to the waters edge of the river below. Its hard to explain but the Iguazu falls flow all around the park, and it is the width and area they span that really gets you. We then took a gentle boat ride to the central island amongst the falls, able to see all of the cascades around us, and with rainbows all over the place we returned on the last boat back to the ´mainland´. Being the only two people left at the end of the day, we were given our moneys worth on our powerboat ride into the falls that followed. Expecting a light shower, we were not prepared for our enthusiastic Argentine captain who decided to take us fully into the falls as we were pummeled by the warm water. Emerging sodden, he decided to take us in again just to make sure everthing was wet. After 20 minutes or so frollicking amongst the waterfalls we left the river shore to make our final climb to the box seats so to speak. Dodging crazed balls of fur (Coaties) we walked along the upper walkway seeing the Adam and Eve falls, St. Something falls and the Diablo from a distance.

Our trip was almost complete, however we had not seen the elusive Toucan. Slightly upset, we set off to leave the park without seeing the trademark of Iguazu. However, on leaving we suddenly saw a plastic creature mucking about in an overhead tree, realizing that it was infact a Toucan we squealed and ran at the tree to photograph the beautiful bugger. After three shots, it had had enough and flew into the ever reddening sunset.

Now content that we had seen all of the falls we returned to the town of Iguazu and jumped onto a bus to begin our epic 45 hr journey back to Santiago de Chile. Although this time we were stuck in ´cattle class´, we valiantly endured the slow but beautiful journey through rural Argentina. With a whole two days and two nights stuck on a bus we didnt have much choice but to listen to the tales of our constantly changing neighbours. We were more than often reminded that Iguazu to Santiago de Chile was not a frequented route. Each new face brought a new story, and we told ours in return. Poetic licence or not, none of the stories quite matched those told by us. We crossed vast plains, passed through rustic vine yards, rolled past quaint Argentine villages and after finally climbing through the Andes we eventually arrived in the smoggy Chilean capital. After this arduous voyage, we had taken another giant step along the path to being fully ´HARDCORE´!!.

LT

Buenos Aires and Santiago

The boys are back in town.

Casa Rosada,Buenos Aires (culture)


Independiente vs Boca


One of the hookers was kind enough to photograph us.

Santiago de Chile.

Buenos Aires & Santiago

Hey gang,

Having arrived safely the previous evening and unloaded their belongings into their gorgeous, high ceilinged apartment, KJT casually strolled the beautiful streets of Buenos Aires. After a few minutes however, the ambiance was ruined. An unpleasing smell hung in the air... They quickly attributed the smell to a pair of haggered looking beggars loitering in the street ahead, one of whom's head was concealed due to low cloud cover. KJT made their move to cross the street, but were too late! The bums had spotted their prey and were already galloping towards them!

Having arrived safely from Ushuaia earlier that morning and checked their belongings into a squat of some sort, LT strolled the beautiful streets of Buenos Aires. After a few minutes, they noticed a pleasing aroma drifting through their filthy nostrils. They quickly attributed the smell to the three fresh faced, young gentlemen confidently striding towards them. They looked gay. After realising that they were, in fact, their old chums, LT galloped towards them and dived in for a passionate embrace.

The next few hours were spent reminissing on the terrace of a lovely coffee house, where LT purchased their first cold beer in months and KJT purchased their ninth that day. We spent the next few days absorbing the many delights that BA had to offer.

The first night saw ´the bish´ venturing into one of BA´s hottest night spots, and although a good time was had, KJT left at a meager 3am, clearly lacking the stamina they had been boasting. LT were left to party with some former Raleigh colleagues although they were soon overwhelmed by the transvestites and burlesque dancers and returned 3 hours later.

The second night, after a further days reminissing, we visited the infamous sunset club with the promise of foam. Again BA didn´t dissapoint, more scantily clad young ladies and a pulsing dance floors entised some offensive shapes to be made. Realising that it was infact 8 in the morning the crew staggered back to their respective residencies. LT returned to the never sleeping Milhouse to indulge in some brekky at 9 before hitting the sack. NB there was no foam.

The third night, after another days reminissing, only James and Teo had the stamina to hit BA for a hatrick of nights. Visiting the world famous Pacha club, they arrived at 3 and were disturbed to find it empty(fashionably late taken to far). Being patient they grabbed some beers and were rewarded with some hardcore trance and soon enough another throbbing dance floor.

Sunday. With LT having moved onto the floor of KJT´s grand appartment, ´the bish´ decided to stop being nocturnal and just about managed to emerge early enough to watch Boca vs Independiente. Whilst the quality of football left a little to be desired, the relentless aggression of the crowd was easily enough to keep us entertained for 90 minutes. Apparently rather confident at the start of the match, Independiente taunted the Boca supporters with stand shuddering chants and your usual south american hand gestures. We were impressed to find that when Boca promptly slotted two goals in, Independiente's spirit remained unconquerable. The chanting stopped, yes. But the firework/chairleg throwing and fence climbing began! One particularly valant group of supporters even expressed their devotion to their club in the most noble way imaginable. They destroyed a small womans' soft drinks and hotdog stand before throwing the debris onto the pitch. Such galantry.

On monday the group had a girlie shopping spree on Florida street, a few minutes walk away from the apartment. The evening saw them hitting a late night coffee house for hot chocolate and churros. It was during a lazy discussion sat here that KJT became utterly convinced that a visit to the Iguazu falls with LT was the one thing missing from their itinerary and preparations must be made immediately to alter their route!

On Tuesday the fickle idiots returned to Rio on their scheduled flight and agreed to meet LT in Santiago as planned. Yet more reminissing has been done here in yet another plush apartment and this evening we will be going out for our final meal together before reuniting in Brizzle. There is very little to do here, so we're just doing what we do best. I'll just say this...

Die Hard
Risky Business
Mission Impossible 3
Sensual Friends (oi oi)
FA Cup Final
Federer vs Nadal
Seinfeld
Frasier
Desperate Housewives
CNN

*ahem*

1000ml Vodka x 2
750ml Red Wine
750ml White Wine
1000ml Pisco
2888cm squared Italian Pizza

That was the first afternoon. We haven't the energy to describe the evening or the days that followed. It's just been a whole lot of fun!

We love you all,

KJTLT

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Pictures Rio

It was a right shit hole.

Rochina, City of God


We saw many big men in skirts.

We were lucky to get out alive after we sweated off the boot polish.

He´s not the Messiah, He´s a very naughty boy!

Copacabana with Sugarloaf in the backround.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Santiago de Chile, 10/5/06

Oi/Hola/Hi,

the three of us arrived in Santiago today after an exhausting week babysitting Laurie and Teo in Buenos Aires. We figured we should just write a Blog about Rio since it was so long ago, and wait until we catch up with the other 2 here in Santiago before we tell all about BA.

We arrived in Rio on the 26th, seriously worried that Kieran wouldn't even be allowed to enter the country, or that at best he would be forced to buy yet another ticket. As it happened the immigration officials simply waved us through to be set upon by the hordes of waiting taxi drivers trying to take us to an underground car park. Eventually we found our way to the hostel where, due to delays in our flight from Santiago, we were told our reservation had been cancelled. Not speaking a lot of Portuguese seemed to be a bit of a problem and had the guy standing next to us not been from Westbury-on-Trym we may have been in a world of trouble.

We quickly settled into the life of a Carricosa and hit Copacabana wearing, so called, "Bannana Hammocks" (one step up from a loin cloth). Despite what we had heard there weren't exactly a lot of tourists on the beach and one member of the group left in tears after being described as "pasty" by a group of local children. In addition to Copacabana our other regular haunt was the internet cafe where, in probably the highlight of the trip so far for Tommy and James, you could play online pro evolution soccer for a measly 3 Reals an hour. It's boring but it's a part of my life.

Our hostel offered a wide range of tours and activities and we took full advantage of this whenever possible. However, the buses would occasionally arrive late/not atall and our second night saw us finding our own way (without a guide) to São Cristobal a huge market in which we were the only gringos. To be honest we never really felt like we were in any danger but even so we wern't tempted to get involved with the dancing and gun fights. As the buses still were being a little tempremental the next day, we grouped up with some girls from Manchester who, as expected, went to UWE and yes, lived by the arches, for a trip to Corcovado to see Christ the Redeemer. The views were spectacular and the Christ was really impressive. Why certain people felt the need to try and balance him on their fingers for a comedy picture we'll never know. Its against nature, against God and he's going to hell. We saw even more spectacular views from on top of Sugar Loaf Mountain. The whole city was stunningly displayed in front of you, but "Lizard Boy" spent his whole time following reptiles around the cable car station.

With the hostel we went to the Maracana to watch Fluminese against Vasco de Gama in a massive local derby. The atmosphere was amazing totally different to anything we had seen in England. The people obviously cared for their team and didn't seem to care what they looked like as they screamed, danced and sung for the entire 90 minutes. Our final outing with the hostel was to the favela, Rochina, where City of God is set. We were pretty afraid before arriving and the rocket like motorbike ride to the top of the Favela did nothing to ease the nerves. However our guide, Daniella, assured us everything would be fine and as she slung the AK47 over her shoulder we all felt tempted to believe her. We entered at the top and made a beeline straight through the narrow alley ways. We soon realised that favela life is not how it is portrayed in the movies with benifits including free cable, free elecricity, free water, free protection by drug lords and some of the nicest cakes we have ever eaten. There is also a McDonalds. Alright for some.

Hope all is well back in blighty and we will post the BishKrew's adventures in BA soon....

LOL KJTx

Monday, May 08, 2006

The BishKrew achieve new fame on Google

Try these searches on Google:
Crazy stuf to do in Patong
or the famous: Napoleon Rass

and of course there is:
Tommy James and Kieran on Tour
or:
Laurie and Teo in Patagonia

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

´After you´...´no, you first´