Queenie's favourite relation, Uncle Fredd is visiting Peru and Colombia at the moment, and has been sending hilarious dispatches, from one of which Queenie just had to share this extract with you all.
I was in Colombia for 3 weeks in 1977 and stayed in a convent which rejoiced in the name Convento Biffo ! How they knew I was from Tullamore and got the name painted up before I arrived I'll never know . I wonder if our beloved minister knows that in the city of Cartageña there is a community of nuns who worship him.
It was one of the most beautiful places I've ever been in, wonderful Spanish Colonial architecture and the old city walls completely intact. On a roundabout there was a sculpture of a giant pair of worn boots in memory of a local poet who wrote that returning to Cartageña was as comfortable as putting on an old pair of well-worn shoes.
I was taken out in his HobieCat sailing boat by one of the local CIA spooks (who had been moved there from Dar-es Salaam) and we reached an island beyond the horizon which was straight out of West Africa , where we had fried fish and lots of beer on the beach.
It will be interesting to see the reaction to an Irish passport in southern Colombia . No doubt it will be thoroughly perused . I'm sure the 3 boyos are well clear of there . One of them is married to a Venezuelan , I think , so they may have found a safe house there.
See, see, Queenie has been saying that for months!! People kept sidling up to her and saying this in Spanish to her (she thinks, her Spanish is not great), when she was in Chavezstan.
Keep on rockin' Freddie, stay away from the pisco sours, and see you soon!!
Queenie
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