For more on recent BQ Gringo happenenings, as always, see Chris Davis' Flickr Pics.
Happy New Year. I just got back from a diverting time away from the city. La Flaca and I took a little trip to Tayrona National park, which, in case you are uninitiated, is about as close to Giligan's Island as you can get around here, or around there, for the most part (unless you are in Hawaii or Fiji or some such BS).
Regardless of how you look at it, For a two and a half hour trip (or less by car, up to four or five if you travel by one of the many ridiculously crappy buses available here in Colombia), Tayrona is a nice little trip option for the 2nd of January. I must admit I sometimes take these trips just to think about what my similar options might be back home. Spokane, WA, maybe? hmmmmm.
Tayrona was absolutely full of people though, Europeans and Colombians from the interior (this means people not from the coast, so they are generally paler, quieter, more polite, and less likely to throw garbage on the ground than your average Costeno). So La Flaca and I only stayed a few nights, before returning to the Colombian capital of Carnaval and Hot Dogs.
Ah, there is no dress code at Tayrona. La Flaca wouldn't allow me to take a picture of the model sunbathing next to us covered only by the smallest of g-strings and some green paint on her nipples, but I did get a pic of this nice thong couple walking up the beach. Judging by the fellow's tan line there, this ain't the first time he has been out in a thong.
So, when you get ready for your winter getaway, consider Tayrona, and pack a bunch of thongs, cause I guess you don't want to wear the same one day after day after day. 
and Agnew's Replacement President
at the mortuary this month.
taken at a downtown salsa joint in the wee small hours, which, I think, speaks for itself
By the way, I built that damned stingray costume out of foam rubber, like some a "muppets gone wild"-type bullshit costume thing. At the end of the night, when the party was over, I purposely left it (purposely = drunkenly) on the ground, having no desire to carry it back to my apartment. I assume some poor Colombian children are now using it as a sled on some mountain of cocaine somewhere in the interior.
Included here are Erica, my co-worker, and I rocking out to a Madonna tune.
Our 'Roid Floyd, getting at a zit. FPPinternational's advice, "turn your fucking cap around, Floyd!"
(and I had only been in country for an hour and a half or so.) Be that as it may, I decided to build a bookcase, even though my cache of books is right pitiful. Nonetheless, I took some measurements, made some drawings and took a trip to Home Center and purchased me some pine, screws, varnish, and got to sticking stuff together.
I chose to basically build the thing in two parts and stick the two parts together, which worked out pretty well. My favorite part of this is that the picture of the two parts has funky lines in it, which I will interpret for you. 
These lines signify that FPP's trusty Minolta Dimage finally crapped the hell out, as far as I can tell, forever, and has become a piece of useless tin with PrintClub photos on it. So the last couple pics are from the Panasonic camcorder, which does not capture quite the pics that the minolta did, but at least the little lights start a-glowing when i hit the "on" button.
If you have any suggestions as to what a civilized person puts on a bookcase lemme know.
