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| Just a civilised Tuesday in Antigua, Guatemala |
Rumbling in the background, the nearby Acatenango volcano lay not far behind us and between the laughing and frolicking we bared witness to this most active volcano spewing dark plumes of ash high up into the air.
It was late afternoon and perched up high at a mountainside bar, Eduardo and I sat down just in time to watch as day became dusk. With the city below us and surrounded by mountains, there was no better place to sit and enjoy a nice glass of wine in the delightful company of somebody I now considered a dear friend.
The view was to die for. The wine was delicious. The company, a delight. The moment, perfect. How civilised I thought.
8 hours later and I had lost Eduardo who went to the toilet half an hour ago and never came back. Unable to either see or walk in a straight line, the Japanese sake I had been drinking had seemingly pushed me over the edge and unsure of what to do or where to go I felt it best to head back to the hostel.
Confused and disorientated, I stood up, took three paces forward and then drunkenly fell to the ground with the mightiest of thuds.
