Basketball Champs and Anita’s Done

Posted on 08. Sep, 2008 by Colin in peru

After leaving Arequipa my Irish cousin Simon sent this email:

I just wanted to fill you in on a weird happening i had in Lima. As you may remember when we were in Deja Vu in Arequipa we were both dancing with those two gringo hunters (you had the smaller one with huge tits and a nice ass). Anyway we left for the whorehouse so i made my excuses and left with you, Gav and Nicholas. That was that.

The first night out in Lima i fucking run into them both towards the end of the night and we start talking (needless to say i was hammered). I was chatting to the one i was dancing with and her friend with some guy i met in the hostel we were staying in. Around 7 or so we all decide to leave except my friend from the hostel doesnt want to go so i end up leaving with both of them. Man those gringo hunters…i like them! You were right, it is fucking easy when youre around them and i didnt even have to buy her or her friend a drink.

We went back to their apartment and I went to the other ones room. we were fucking for a while (i had had a lot to drink and was finding it hard to finish off) when there was a knock at the door. It was her friend with the huge tits and the nice ass. She wanted to join us. I didnt say no. so i watched them fool around for a while until the friend started on me. She managed to get the job done so all was good. Great night.

My reply:

YOU ASSHOLE!!! should’ve stayed with those chicks that sunday night!!!  you lucky fuck, i hate you

I’m glad Simon got a taste of immaculate (see Irish in Arequipa for context). The bad luck brought by the Irish heathens also rendered me with another killer case of diarrhea. It set in Monday and I was completely unproductive the rest of the week.

Before moving to Peru, I always considered diarrhea no big deal. You have it, it leaves, and life goes on. Diarrhea here is hell, characterized by 8 – 15 trips to the toilet in a day. As annoying as that is, it’s not the worst. The worst is the ass-pain you get from wiping your butthole raw with dry toilet paper all day every day.

The diarrhea prevented me from playing in Wednesday’s championship game. Anita was there (whose number I lost when Rosa demanded her SIM card).

This was the deciding third game of the three-game series. I estimated 700 – 800 people in the stands. Before the game started, the opposing superfans dumped confetti onto the court. They’d done this before during a regular season game in which I started. As the refs were preparing for the jump, I asked one if they were going to clean up the confetti. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders as if to say “What do you want me to do?”

This time there was more confetti, on their end. Their players slipped in it a few times, prompting the refs to send gophers for brooms and sweep while play was on the other end. We saw another tacky tactic of their superfans in the second half while we were shooting on that end. They threw spitballs and even small pieces of trash at the player on the free throw line. At a crucial shot in the fourth quarter, our guy Loco had a visible piece of trash in his hair as he squared up for the shot. Upon several complaints from our coach, the refs gave the same shrug they gave me – “What can you do?”

We won and our superfans rushed the court. News anchors with television cameras interviewed our coach and best players. There was mayhem. Then the fans and players formed a big ring with arms on shoulders. We sang some school song. I was the only one who didn’t know the words. The ring filled the whole court. After the ten minute song, the youngsters and some players bum-rushed the center and started a mosh pit. Still sick, I wanted no part.

I noticed that their superfans stuck around to watch our superfans celebrate. All the other spectators had left so it seems part of the tradition is to wallow in defeat by watching the arch-nemesis’ celebration in its entirety.

Anita and I made plans to hang out Saturday around 4. She arrived ten minutes early. We hung out in bed for a few hours. Afterwards she did my laundry and cleaned my room. While Rosa made plans to do these kinds of things and announced it beforehand, Anita sneaks it in. I came out of the toilet to find her putting my clothes in the wash. After coming back from a drink of water, I found her cleaning my room. After finishing her chores, we went downtown and she treated me to pollo a la brasa (rotisserie chicken with fries).

Sunday I didn’t feel sick anymore but planned on taking it easy. Around 1 pm, the bell rang. As always when not expecting anyone, I didn’t answer. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. It was Anita. She got to work ironing my shirts. While she did a good job, she worked very slow. After two shirts, I took her to my room to give her her payment. Afterwards she told me she loves me. She put a necklace on me, a necklace with a charm featuring the letter ‘A’. As I was putting her in a taxi, she told me not to take it off until the next time we see each other. Back in the apartment, I set it on the nightstand. That’ll be the end of Anita.

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