Ride the pony

Pony Malta is a deliciously sweet, semi-sparkling malt drink. It's super-refreshing and full of energy so it's perfect whether you are just waiting for a pig to eat an apple:

Watching the sex-frogs:

Or simply blacking up with a sex partner.

So Malty! So delicious! Pony!

Cola and indeed pola

Do you enjoy a refreshing glass of the popular drink lager and coke on a hot day? Do you ever try to replicate this in, say, a shopping precinct by trying to pour non-brand cola into a can of lager and back again like a demented alchemist until your wet legs and reedy high pitched cackling once again attract the attention of "security"? Fu¢k security! Buy Cola and pola, the first 2% lager/cola drink in a can.

It tastes like Danone Activia prune fruit layer bio yoghurt.

Tosh

Tosh

Tosh

Tosh

RIP

Sorry

Sorry about the lack of posts of late: I'll try and make it up to you by drinking some flavoured egg drinks and cartons of cherry dessert wine.

Again, apologies.

Perfect for the lunchbox

Whilst I may not be able to see the point of a fun size can of lager

I can definately see the worth in a juice box that holds ten shots of rum.

No straw though. Bad one.

Wimpy

Wimpy, Calle 7, Bogota.

Sadly I did not see their bender in a bun.

The last refuge of a scoundrel

Is there anything more predictable than making fun of the product names in a Chinese supermarket?

In an attempt to assuage my guilt I'm going to post a picture of this rockin' little dude.

Pug count 25 & 26

Pugs #25 & 26: all fawn brace, gleefully exhausted after rigorous circuit training in Parque Periodistas, Bogota. Fine "bacon" tounges fully extended post-workout. Breathing heavy but even, despite high altitude.

Pug count 24

Pug #24: Muscular fawn powerhouse strutting towards the flea market at Avenue Jimanez, Bogota, Columbia. Perfect prancing gait: extended front leg is, momentarily, simultaneously parrallel to the floor and perpendicular to the "contact leg". A fine atheletic specimin.

Tie a Llama Down`

Llama frolic:

Llama fillet:

Although I'm very, very sure that I never want to see the inside of a llama abbatoir I can heartily recommend this llama stew I had in Salta and fully endorse their decision to serve it with 3 (three) kinds of carbohydrate: spuds, rice and quinoa. Also Kate bought a nice llama-wool cardigan that doesn't really smell that bad as long as it doesn't get damp.

For reference this is not a llama, it's a guanaco, a camelid of a different stripe altogether:

I have not eaten his kin yet.