Image via WikipediaMiguel had taken the call first thing that morning. Something about Lama-O-Rama tours winter special Tibetan tours. No doubt some cruel Shanghai business catwoman's idea of inflicting misery on these unsuspecting sons of the Western enlightenment. Miguel could imagine her maniacal laugh as Pinto and Punto carefully side stepped their way over the rocky terrain.
"Never let me listen to any of your short cuts ever again, Miguel, OK?" said Pedro, the anger barely hidden on the dry and coarse tones of his voice.
"Here, senor," said Miguel calmly handing Pedro the last of the water, beads of sweat forming on his brow in the late afternoon sun: "Soon it will be sunset, Pedro, and we will be able to make camp."
Their last packet of HKSingh freeze dried Thai styled vegetarian red curry was still ahead of them. Some three day old dried bread would help them lap up the last of the juices from this meal before there descent over the Himalayas and down into the rainforests of Burma.
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| HKSingh freeze dried Thai styled vegetarian red curry |
"Hey, look at that Miguel. Do you see what I see?"
"It's a mirage, senor, the heat is playing tricks with our eyes."
"No, over there. In the distance at the edge of the plateau, it is..." pointing off into the distance.
The ponies stopped and forlornly raised there heads to see what all the fuss was about. Pinto snorted when he , too, noticed what seemed like caravan coming towards them, and a cloud of dust like a fine silk tail rising up behind the image in the distance. Punto looked at Pinto and they both looked together back at the entourage moving towards them in the distance.
"I smell trouble, Pedro, real trouble."
"Rubbish, Miguel. Don't be so negative. You know what the Lama-O-Rama poster I read to you had said. Tibet is the land of positive thoughts, a place of spiritual magic, a place..."
It was then Pedro realised that Miguel's instincts had been right on the money yet again. Coming towards them on thoroughbred horses with trails of the fi
nest chiffon and sequinned saddles looking like Joan of Arc was none other Sarah leading the way on her white stallion, flanked by Lady Gaga singing a duet of 'Ol' Paint' with none other than Kylie Minogue.
The very sight struck terror in to their already weekend bodies, how on earth would they get out of this alive. All of a sudden, Miguel was reminded of a Kurosawa movie he'd seen in his wayward youth, and signalled to Pedro towards some rocks just to their left and out of the path of the oncoming pop caravaseray, complete with cameras recording the pop divas every move of their pilgrimage.
"Look! Water!" said Pedro in a choked whisper.
"Shhh!" replied Miguel to focus all of their attention to the job at hand: evading detection from these unexpected passers by. The men sat on their mounts to either side of a large rock, and they and their ponies peered out from behind it in the direction of the passing cacophonous juggernaut of New Age love.
Image via WikipediaIt was a spiritual experience that would be etched in the minds of those four lonely travellers till the day they were re-incarnated on some back lane of King's Cross. Pedro had a tear on his cheek, as he remembered simpler times in Nimbin as a youngster, away from the hurly burly of what his life had now become as an escapee from the grips of world geopolitics.Miguel had dismounted and come over to take the reins of Pinto and lead Pedro into shelter in a cool cave he had spied behind the waterhole that had stopped besides.
"Here senor Pedro. Here it is safe from those mad, mad, women who have become the bain of our lives. Here we can stop and rest. Pedro sat silently pondering Miguel's words as he was lead into the cave and out of sight of his obsession and the heat of the day..
That thai curry looks mental!
ReplyDeleteNow I want some for breakfast. :D
The boys just can't cop a break, can they?
ReplyDeleteBut we need to look at why their nemesis (or nemesii if that's the plural) keeps finding them. Is there some kind of tracking device planted in Miguels bandanna? Is Pedro a mole? Or is Miguel self-sabotaging? All these questions and more will be answered in the next episode, where the amigos find enlightenment in the sanctity of a Tibetan monastery.
p.s. Gotta cook up a warming curry for dinner after seeing that pic.