Montanita was empty last night, so it is dead this morning, but I like the Nachsaisonathmosph ary such places. Who by each tourist has to live, to while away the time by sweeping the streets SSE, surf boards in front of the La the parallel-aligned or not already used Eq Asher polished. One sits on the curb, black etched with a few colleagues and hangs for some unknown size easons a capital python around his neck . Young people who I thought were tourists hire, as waitresses or carers of Internet terminals. Or they can be recognized by the pushing of Kinderw eighing as Ans to ässige. The whole place seems alive by Halli Galli at the weekend.
Afternoon fun these people even with things such as surfing and volleyball, that they should earn their money. A 40 year old Eddy Van Halen strolling with his Fender along the beach. Somewhere he must have hidden amplifier and distortion. It sounds as if LSD and bands such as "The Cream" never out of fashion. Then storm warning. Final time for the Montaniter, the sofas of their premises to scrub, and many a shop to miss a lick of paint. The Python is now a girl's neck.
afternoon I noticed that the "English Dictionary" of the company Langenscheidt provides a fairly effective grammar demolition. This would I will remember times past. evening are some new followers of the easy life appeared. The church, previously full of scaffolding, is reopened. From the "Cafe Insomniac" sounds like a reggae version of "Stairway To Heaven". In another bar, they have a concert by the Gypsy Kings, which are known to have left out a cliché of Latin American music. Again the street dogs in the evening entertainment have a nose tip forward.
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