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Igor Loving
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Tue, 02 Sep 2003 07:10:52 -0500
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<DIV>What ever happened to Micael Priest?</DIV>
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<DIV>The group went to the Golendrinas mines where Clarkito left his car 25 years ago. Car is gone and they now raise bulls there. One car was gored by a cow and given a flat tire. Everyone will swear it was a bull. A bull with an udder so it was a cow-bull or is it bull-cow? It was hotter than balzes and one of the group took a bath at the top in a bat piss lake. One of the more smarter people on the trip. I spent the day with Plemons eating chicken and lounging in the El Molino swimming pool. Larry, Terry and I measured the last pool and figure it to be 160 feet accross and three times as long. Very nice. Good chicken.</DIV>
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<DIV>After the early Monday morning soaking in Bustamante, we roared back to the border, stopped in Lampazos for gas and to check out the springs. There was some water there but not much, it is sad that they have pumped their aquifer dry. Those springs there at the Ojo de Agua were beautiful. Population pressure I suspose?</DIV>
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<DIV>Got to Colombia and were following Oscar. The giant X-ray truck was there. The black shirts made Oscar get in the X-ray vehicle line. Then they made me put Beatrice (Spelled Beatrix) in the X-ray line. It may have been the bat stickers that attracted them to us? "Line up and get out and don't take any photos." the black shirt ordered. There were two vehivles in front of Oscar, all caver types (those stickers). They parked a funky black 85 Ford pickup behind Beatrix and a broken down Chevy(no stickers, just poor guys). </DIV>
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<DIV>Very cool. After much fiddling and fussing they were now ready to X-ray the line. A little girl in the first car, being a little girl and having a nifty digital camera took a couple of pictures. 'Osama' she was not, but the black shirts reacted very quickly and hustled her off to the interegation room with her perplexed mom.</DIV>
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<DIV>Oscar and I were standing there chuckling about the whole thing. Chuckling was noted by the black shirts. Not a good idea to chuckle. They are very serious people and if you chuckle it is a sign of something sinister. I read that Franciscan monks weren't allowed to chuckle.</DIV>
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<DIV>The X-ray truck went "beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!" and iradiated everything in three or four hundred yards. Once it finished the black shirts leaped into Oscar's truck looking for guns and bombs or something that they had seen. Then they tore into Beatrice. The ten two way radios must have looked like bomb dentinators(?) and the hard boiled eggs were mistaken for grenades. They of course missed the grapes, but were gleeful at finding the eggs. The radios were blown off with no explanation from us. But the eggs, now there was contraband. Elaine made some sort of remark about the radios being... "glumphs"</DIV>
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<DIV>Behind us a family was being searched throughly. Each cardboard box was being rummaged through. There were still sixty or so to go.</DIV>
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<DIV>We were free to go, but blocked in by the car that had the little terrorist photogtapher in it. We managed to extricate the cars and rolled on to Garcia's. Much rain on the way and horrid traffic in San Mucus. What a bottleneck that is..</DIV>
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<DIV>Aloha</DIV>
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