Sunday, February 14, 2016

Another V-day adventure: Where's Paulo?

You may remember my good friend Paulo, if not, you have some reading to catch up on...click here, I will wait.

It seems to be a v-day tradition of mine (no not venereal disease day but valentines day) to reflect on Paulo. Last year I shared a tale of some adventure that Paulo tried to get me to join him on but which got thwarted by US customs agents and this year I will share another tale about the beloved Paulo and US customs.

Actually US customs only get a small mention this time... this time, I was on my way to Hawaii that US customs detained me briefly for extra screening because of some suspicious items in my carry on baggage. Yes, I had two glasses cases, one to house my regular prescription glasses and the other to hold my sunglasses. I can only assume this was considered suspicious because I was in fact not wearing any glasses at the time and there was that guy the week before who tried to bring on a bomb to the plane hidden in his Ray-Ban sunglasses. Damn bombers, ruining protective eye wear for everyone traveling to sunny exotic locations via airplane from here on in.

So I arrive in Hawaii to a text that asks me if I have seen Paulo yet? If Paulo is to be found in Hawaii it sure wasn't on my Air Canada flight where I sat in steerage. So I can only assume Paulo decided to join me in Hawaii via some other route with less humans (e.g., private jet or naval carrier) and now it was up to me to find him. Kind of like a Where's Waldo but Paulo style which means trying to find a guy with no discerning characteristics. Good luck with that.

So here is what I can tell you... I can tell you where Paulo wasn't!

As we have already established, he was not on my flight to Hawaii...
Cute & adorable airplane selfie
Paulo was not in the rental car...not even in the trunk (a typical hiding spot of his!)
Car selfie
Paulo was not camped out in the backyard of the house I was staying at...apparently I was told, that the area I was staying in was a place people only ventured to if they had to visit family...


ghetto backyard selfie

Paulo was not on the side of this really dry mountain on the way to the Buddhist meditation center...
mountain on the way to meditate
Paulo was not at the Buddhist meditation center...

Me and a Buddhist monk (aka not Paulo)
Paulo was not at the bookstore where a giant snake tried to eat my head...

Me and a giant snake (aka not Paulo)
Paulo was not at the bowling alley (the bowling alley located in the rich part of town...fucking hipsters!)...
bowling!
Paulo was not at one of the many scenic lookouts we stopped at...
I see whales but no Paulo...
And finally Paulo was not at the waste sanitation facility...btw this facility was located in the neighbourhood I was staying in...in the ghetto...
Waste!! It smelled like it too!
After the waste sanitation facility and still no Paulo, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to see him on this trip.

After I arrived home, I received this text picture...

Pablo is Paulo in Spanish!


Apparently Paulo is now Pablo and he's hanging out in Mexico City...at a Starbucks...that certainly narrows down his location.

Until next time, may your life be filled with all things Paulo or at least a nice sunny vacation during the grey month, also known as February in Victoria :)



1 comment:

  1. So, he didn't show at bowling alley. Ah. Paulo! You struck OUT! Uh, I thought "PAULO" was "Paulo"
    in Spanish....

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