Saturday, 27 March 2010

Riding into the sunset

Actually, it was a bit of a fib about going to Spain. Sneakily, we headed off for the south-western United States. Antonia decided to take up a new life with a native tribe while I strolled into town. There seemed to be a spot of trouble going on:

This young man had just come into some easy money and obviously needed a manager. I felt sorry for him. Nothing to do with his looks whatsoever.

Eh, what? Travel journals are supposed to tell the truth? Oh well, you'll have to check back later when I've made something 'truthful' up.