Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Birthday for The Cheetah

Truth be told it is a little stressful organising your girlfriends birthday when you are miles away from home. There was no where to hide, her birthday would sink or swim based on what I managed to put together (i.e. it was just me and her, no birthday bash with the gang to lift her up). Lucky for me it all went well.

For me the day was all about fundamentals, nothing fancy. An approach that has been reinforced in preceding years through basketball; get the basics right and "luck" should find you.


Her birthday technically started on 01.02.2010 (given the time zones), so I organized to take Sarah to the documentary The Devils Miner on Monday, something which she had wanted to see for weeks. That night I made a list, split the following day into three parts, and hoped for the best.

La Mañana


On the morning of 02.02.2010 it was fresh flowers from Macardo Central, breakfast in bed and a card. As we ate our porridge with cinnamon, apple and strawberries we noticed that it was a killer day outside. It was perhaps the best day Sucre had seen in two weeks.

El Día

The next part of the day was the "surprise" activity of horse trekking. Sarah had wanted to do this for years so it was a great way to spend the day. We both got a little burnt, and Sarah´s horse was old and stroppy (it literally bit the ass of another horse at one point) but the quality of the surrounds and the guide we had made for a perfect day.





La Noche

In the evening we had dinner with the perennially gracious Ali and Sam (a UK couple we have met at our hostel). We ate at a Chinese place. When ordering we got excited about eating tofu for the first time in months and then were quickly told "No tengo tofu." Despite this the food was great, consistent with the company. On return to the hostel I brought out a mini-cake and sung her happy birthday (the cakes in Bolivia would be perfect for a Jean Baudrillard essay, they look like they have been modelled on cartoon images). Sarah had a genuine smile on her face at the end of all this which was a big relief.

Thank you Bolivia for being so pretty and thank you basketball for teaching me about fundamentals.


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