Further Tales of the Jungle

....when the chiefs daughter came home one day with the worlds worries on her shoulders the chief began to stress. He questioned his daughter on why she was so miserable. The response was not one he was happy with. His young daughter was pregnant. The chief understandably was a bit annoyed at this and demanded the fathers head. But his daughter insisted it was a debonnair dolphin that did it. She was sitting beside the river and a pink dolphin approached talking in Barry White tones and transforming from his pink shade into a dazzling white suit. He then seduced the poor wench and impregnated her....And so began the Pampas legend of the fertile dolphin upon whom all unwanted pregnancies are blamed............
........the bouncy twin engined pride of Amaszonias Air carried me towards La Paz. Away from the luscious green jungle and heat back to the pollution of the big city. I was joined on board by a particularly irritating American Family who moaned about every aspect of the trip. I tried blocking them out with different techniques but none worked. Then the miracle of turbulence happened. Flying over the Andes is like riding a rollercoaster. My stomach leapt high and sunk low. A slight quesiness swept over me. But an interesting sound came from behind me. I turned. Every one in the American family was throwing up into there sickbags. A bit of justice in a world gone mad........
......been in La Paz for 3 days. Nothing to do here except leave, tonight.
......To all caught in the Peru earthquake, hope you are all fine.