On the bus last night I dreamed that Naomi and I had booked a minibus to take us from our house to Heathrow Airport. It turned up and we hopped in but didn´t see much cos it was the middle of the night. Anyway as we drove on it seemd that the route we were taking bore little resemblance to the North Circular and more to the Argentinian Sierra. There were two drivers and as dawn broke we saw that they were in fact Ukranian gangsters who had come to steal our travellers cheques. Luckily I managed to steal the minicab which had now turned into an 1985 Mercedes. We escaped by driving through the toilets but only half a mile or so as it broke down. At this point I woke to find that our coach had in fact broken down in the middle of nowhere. The road was stright to the horizon in both directions. Naomi was still asleep and only woke up when the drivers got the coach going an hour later. All the while I´m looking out the window for a blue Mercedes with a couple of annoyed looking Ukranians in it.
We´re in MEndoza now and tired. Slap up fish supper tonight then I think Naomi has convinced me to go horse riding tomorrw. Like I´m not saddle sore enough.
