Its been quite some time since we have heard from our friend on the dark continent. Truth be told I had thought he died from Ebola. Holding true to his ridiculous ability to survive insane situations the kid is hanging in there and at this point I would say safe money is that he will come out of this whole Tanzania folly unscathed and better enriched from the experience. He finally decided to share with us a little tale of a small adventure that was bestowed upon him during some of his down time. Enjoy. Oh and since we have no pictures to go along with the blog I thought I would throw in the occasional cat photo instead. As per usual anything in the color red are my own personal dick head sarcastic comments…Lisanti
Kooky Kyle writes:
You never know when that sage bit of wisdom you have been given will pay off, or when your ignoring of that advice will bite you in the ass. This is a story of the later. Growing up as groms under the tutelage of Lisanti, we were privy to plenty of advice. Some of it was questionable, but some pieces (still questionable) have stood the test of time. One of those is “always carry $40.00 in cash and a condom”. After I blew my knee out I had this bullshit job managing this bullshit hole in the wall surf shop. Kooky, Mauriello, Nick the Kook and a host f other kids would come in and just hang out all fucking day. One time I was late to open the shop cause I drank to much the night before and I got a phone call from one of them wondering where I was. If they were going to hang out all day then I was going to subject them to all of my words of wisdom, psychotics and delusions. In a lot of ways one could say it may have been the live version of SurfingRuinedMyLife.net.
Kooky got that piece of advice wrong. You should always carry at least two condoms…
A few weeks back I went into town to run my usual errands for the morning. When I got to my mini bus (Kooky has had lots of practice riding the short bus) to return to my village it was packed. As it turned out the all girls boarding school 7 km up the road from me was resuming session and all the students were returning. By the time I was on the bus there were 40 people on it. It only has seats for 26. The bus was so packed that the driver had hired two taxi’s to take some of the girls and their luggage. After we got moving and were about a mile past the police check point I realized why they had hired the taxis. The cabs got the luggage and excess passengers past the police check point to avoid paying a hefty “fine”.
By this point I had girls sitting on my shoulders and was squeezed so tight I could barely breath. I had enough and asked the driver if I could ride on top. “Sorry no roof rack today” was his reply. Over it I told him I would come back tomorrow. He said that was fine and even got me on his friends bus going back to town for free.
Once in town I checked into my usual hotel and went off to the internet cafe to take care of more paper work ( and caught up on pornography). When I returned to the hotel, I sat down with a nice elderly lady and had a wonderful conversation with her in Swahili as she ate her dinner. She like many Africans are amazed that I live by myself and can cook. As she finished her meal I excused myself and went to the bar to order a beer. When I came back there was a group of white people sitting down with the local Lutheran Bishop. Figuring they were missionaries and that they could be of use to me in my current line of work, I greeted the bishop in the tribal language and had a conversation with him entirely in Swahili. This greatly impressed the missionaries and they insisted on making my introduction. After a few pleasantries I pardoned myself and went back to the lounge. There I began talking with a new group of Africans.
One was quite pretty and she began heavily flirting with me. This isn’t unusual. I’m exotic here, (Fuck, Kooky is exotic everywhere. when we used to chill at the Wild Cat he would attract chicks to him just by making crazy faces at them) also white people have this rumor about us that we are all rich and smart. She was trying to use her feminine wiles to get her green card. That bitch was deluded, the HIV rate in my region is about 25% for women in the age group of 18-30. I played along though, it would at least be entertaining. Shit it’s not like he was going to get HIV from her sucking his dick a little.
That is when she walked in. Out of all the nice but affordable hotels in this country, she walked into mine. She was checking in with her friend and I could see them from where I was sitting. Like a mirage she vanished. I knew I could bide my time and they would come to me I mean where else were they going to go? When you are this far off the beaten track, the only thing impressive to other white people is nonchalance. I kicked it while listening to this African man telling me his tales of being in the merchant marine and sailing to Asia and Europe.
finally the girls reappeared. She was a lithe, blonde. Her English accent stuck out strongly against the voices of the American missionaries she was conversing with in the dinning room. This lit a fire under the African lady whom was by now sitting on the arm of my chair playing with my hair. She knew she couldn’t deal with the competition, thus made sure I had her 3 phone numbers, Skype and email. Soon the British girls came into the lounge. The friend was a gregarious homely girl. Both had clearly been on the road for days and my conversation with them soon confirmed this.
My food came out shortly after their arrival the departure of the Africans. I ordered grilled cheese. I know, I hate Americans who go abroad and eat something they could get back home. I live in a small local village and have been eating local food almost exclusively, so the rare treat of something from back home is a thing I relish (check out my Kooky’s Korner entry “Grubbing Down in Tanzania
” to understand what the local cuisine here is all about) . The girls were captivated. “What is that? We should have checked the menu before ordering”. Their plates of chicken and rice came out and we talked over dinner.
The friend, Elise,had backpacked through Africa last year and this year she was returning to visit the friends she had made here. On this trip her friend, Hannah (the hot one) decided to join her. As soon as their plates were cleared the homely friend pardoned herself saying she was exhausted and needed to retire for the evening. Hannah on the other hand was still full of energy, one of the perks of being able to fall asleep on African buses.
Hannah and I chilled and we clicked. Both of us are young and adventurous, neither of us were materialistic, anit-pop culture and not to mention we are both beautiful examples of the human body (sounds like a fucking match made in heaven, and then she died of an extreme case of instant EBOLA!)
. Everything was in my favor, a empty hotel room yards away, no friend cock blocking, a young beautiful lady who was as interested in me as I was her. One thing led to another, and to make a long story short, always carry a condom. So kids the moral of the story is when travelling, cash, passport, condom because blue balls suck. Shit Kooky she was white and probably didn’t have AIDS . Next time be a man, suck it up and raw dog her. Oh wait, maybe that is more of questionable advice from the wrong side of the tracks courtesy of Chris Lisanti!