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Apartment Pics - After

Some apartment pics - Before

Flight

So my flight back to Manchester leaves in a couple of hours. I'd totally go to the airport, but I kind of have to go to the park and read a book instead. I can't believe it's been 5 months since I left. It really doesn't feel like it at all. We should be able to get the documents lodged for my extension before my tourist visa expires next month, so hopefully there won't be any problems there. Otherwise I'll just have to hide in the apartment with the lights switched off when the SWAT team comes to mess me up.

Eggggggg Egggggggggggg

We both had a cold/flu/spinabifida this Easter weekend which gave us the perfect excuse to be lazy bastards and lay around the apartment watching tv, fillums and eating lots ( it wasn't chocojeebas eggariffic though, we were good boys). In fact we managed to watch the entire first season of Homeland over the weekend, which was quite an achievement. Now I'm walking around suspicious that everyone is a terrorist and has a bomb hidden all up in their pants. Although...maybe I'm the real terrorist? Maybe because I've said terrorist three times in this paragraph they'll be watching me even more carefully now? I've got to change up; dye my hair (ALL my hair), stop checking all of those niche websites, board up the windows and change my name to Jar...lar.

We had a swimming lesson last Tuesday; which made a big difference to just being allowed to do our own thing in the pool. We had to do all these exercises with the floaty woaties and by the end of it we were both pretty fucked. It was good, although I suspect the instructor might be a terrorist. I need to keep my eye on her.

Football was a lot of fun on Wednesday, although I ended up playing for two hours because the guys before us needed an extra player, so I was hardly able to walk the next day. The excessive meat and beer after the game helped ease the pain somewhat.

Anyway I shall go now and make coffee, since this is all pretty boring (or maybe that's what I want you think).

Lol soz x
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Some photos of stuff, like.

Bellyfire

So this weekend we totally filled our culture holes to the brim with some edgy modern dance. I was sceptical about whether I would enjoy it, what with my gruff, masculine exterior but in the end I was completely won over. It was class.

Admittedly I didn't have a clue about what was supposed to be happening in the story ( it was based on a Púchkin novel), unless the story was about a pile of people dancing around a big tree. But that didn't matter. Some of the music was brilliant, including a string quartet version of Robots by Kraftwerk, and the choreography was TO DIE FOR, DAHLING.

I've added a link below for you to taste with your eyeholes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IX9a9C_wf5M

The theatre was in the city centre, and with the show being on a Sunday evening the streets were eerily quiet downtown. I'd read in some of the guides and online that it's best to avoid certain areas in the centre on Sundays, and I can see why - the place is desolate.

I keep forgetting how completely brilliant the city looks at night, when you're driving from the city centre towards our neighbourhood. The lights from the surrounding favelas remind you of the sheer scale of the place - entire towns blink down from the hills above. And there's always Jeebas, glowing like one of those special edition Cabbage Patch kids that I definitely didn't have when I was younger.

{Flounces off, stage right}