It rained all night, love to hear it hit the roof of a motor home..Slept like a baby..I will not lay claim to making this drought breaking rain. I must tell that I had heard the forcast yesterday...Want to shy away from "shallow" here as best I can....
OK here is Chapter two of "Love is in the Air", enjoy!
Love is in the Air Chapter 2 Double Practicality
By Happy Hoosier
Bill checks into his hotel and asks the hotel clerk about where Jane's hotel would be. How much would it cost to take a cab over there Bill asks? Twenty Five dollars plus, say's the clerk, as Bill look's into the bar and see's that some of his fellow seed sales people are starting to arrive there and get a little noisy. It looks like maybe fun to save all that money and hang there and plan the attack on El Salvador that evening. Bill calls Jane's hotel and finally hears her voice on the line. "Hi Jane, how are you doing?", he asks. "Real good", Jane say's, and then proceeds to tell Bill that she has found out that since she is traveling alone, that she has been able to change her package deal from a Romantic Dinner for two for one night to a Romantic Dinner for one for both nights she will be there. Bill wanting to stay out of the brewing snow storm, impress her with his practicality, and not risk missing his flight in the morning just for a long shot on love, say's, "Oh, Jane that is great, because I found out that a cab fare is 25 bucks over to your hotel and for 50 dollars round trip, why Jane I could take you out twice after we return home". Jane seems not overwhelmed with that prospect, or his practicality, and makes no promises about even a future date. Bill tells her it was great to have met her and hopes when he gets back to be able to at least meet for a cup of coffee and is able to pry a local home town phone number from Jane.
Bill meets that evening about 4 other men who are also traveling alone, single or otherwise. The rest of the plane load were couples who are going to enjoy the trip together.
Everyone turns in at a decent time to rise early for a 8 am charter flight direct from O’Hare 5 hours due south across the Gulf of Mexico to sunny El Salvador. The next morning all are on board at 8 am, but the storm has intensified and the plane is deiced for the second time about 9:30 am, and finally is allowed to leave in a heavy snow storm and is the next to the last plane to leave O’Hare for a couple days. Cheers when up as Bill's plane lifted up out of the storm and into the sunlight and the mood stayed high for all the next 5 hours. The plane slowed for landing and all that could be seen were some pretty green mountains below, everywhere one looked, nothing but mountains. How could this plane land in all these mountains?, Bill wonders. Finally the plane dropped down on what looked like a mountain with the top half missing on the edge of this rather large city. They deplaned and walked through the 90 degree heat which was 100 degrees warmer than they had left just 5 hours before. It was nice, as they approached the customs everyone was told to surrender their passports to the military authorities who seemed to be almost everywhere with rifles and the officers with side arms. Surrendering the passports was strange, but they had no choice. They just hoped they would get them back in 5 days. The corporate officers and travel guides put a good light on things and they boarded buses to the hotel. The driver thrilled Bill all least once per block as they worked their way at high speed through town on whichever side of the street seemed to be less crowded.
That night a gala banquet with drinks got everyone off to a festive mood. The travel guide warned to never drink the water or even eat the salad washed in water. Coke and beer was the name of the game they said. After the dinner they were told to stick in the hotel and rise early for a visit to a cattle ranch the next morning. Bill was about to do that when his 4 single or otherwise acquaintances suggested that they were going to sample the night life a little and if he wanted to tag along. They hailed a cab driver who spoke only Spanish and said to him, "Bar, drinks, women music". He understood and said something like, "good spot" and with two in front with driver Pedro and three in the back, they were off. Bill and the others had been told that night that the city of San Salvador was almost as modern and large, as say Indianapolis, but 5 miles out of town you would progress backwards two hundred years as quickly as batting your eyes. Soon they were in the countryside, no more city and Bill started to feel a little uneasy, but the rest of the crew in this flying missile just figured it was going to be worth the trip. The cab stopped before a rather dim lit bar with Hollywood style swinging doors going in, and in they went, but not before pleading with the driver to not even think about leaving them there.
The bar had four large tables with about 30 Salvadorian men and maybe a half dozen very attractive women occupying three of them. Most of the men had the machetes with about a 24 inch blade attached to their belts. They all 5 sat at the spare table close to the bar and ordered a drink and before they even came, about 3 of the women left the tables with the Salvadorians and moved in amongst the five Gringo's. They brought their empty glasses with them and of course were offered drinks since being so nice as to come over to get acquainted with the seed corn Five. Bill was not really alarmed at all of this, as a couple of his younger companions looked like they had worked with weights forever and who would mess with guys like that. Twenty minutes later Bill noticed that about a half dozen of the less friendly looking Salvadorians had gotten up from a table and positioned themselves in front of the door. They were facing the table of the Americans and a couple had removed their machetes from the belts. Bill suggested that the situation had deteriorated, and after looking around the room, all Five were in agreement that maybe it was time to at least try and say good night. They called for the check!
To be continued
Salvadorian Gringo Harvest.........
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