I know you all want to see pics of the infamous Ken, but its kind of hard to take a picture of someone you are trying desparately to avoid. Also I thought of what I would say to him in order to take his picture and the best I could come up with was “My mom wanted to see a pic of my landlord” – yeah… sh*t is weak. He is leaving for Columbia tomorrow (fingers crossed) but there is a good chance I’ll run into him today – in fact I just saw him yesterday and it was another gem filled conversation – First of all he saw Jean Paul and for some reason thought he was Dan – even though a – they look NOTHING alike and b- he has never seen me with Jean Paul and would have no idea that we are even friends or even know each other. Secondly, when I did see him I was sitting in the laundry room reading waiting for some clothes to dry – he hunted me down and we chatted for a while then he just stood there quietly clicking through numbers on his phone. I don’t know what he was doing or why he didn’t leave but he was just looking at the phone for a good five minutes – I started reading again and then all the sudden out of nowhere he yells “My van blew up! Yeah, the engine in my camper van just blew right up – its new! I can’t believe it” I almost jumped out of me seat and was like, “Oh…. bummer Ken!” Yeah – I’m sorry the engine blew up but seriously this guy is a scavenger and thinks that EVERYTHING is new. He tried to tell us the engine on the dinghy was new – uhhh yeah… new to him maybe? He had walked into the laundry room carrying a cord and was shoving it in people’s faces asking what it was – apparently he “found” it outside somewhere. He also told me the surf ski he has been fervently trying to unload on us is locked up at the ferry stop across the river – if “for some reason” he doesn’t get to it, he wants me to dinghy over there, unlock it (combination 1-2-3, imagine that) and tow it back to the boat. ARGH!!!! Oh – and just so we are clear this is a modified “surf board” – he’s bolted a plastic chair to it and paddles it with one of the kayak paddles. Like there is any way in hell I could actually get on the thing, stay on it and paddle it. I might as well perfect a standing back flip while I’m at it fo’ sheez…
Had lunch with a friend yesterday at P9 – I feel like I live there – thankfully I’ve got today off. No famous people in the past few days, maybe One Republic sent out a message on some exclusive celebrity bat phone and warned all others of the horrendous wait time they “suffered”. I also think I am developing allergies – specifically to men named “Ken” and sailboats named “Wave Dancer” – or maybe its just mold. Send Benadryl to the Brisbane Post Office c/o Jackie – seriously, I think that’s the only address I’ll have for the remainder of our stay – I’ll check it out though.
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Ken called here, wants your phone number. What is it?