#7 - "El Pueblo Bandito"
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For the first night of our tour across the Grand Savannah in southern Venezuela, we stayed in a sketchy miner's town at a sketchy hotel called the Anaconda Inn. Our guide warned us not to go outside, as locals had a reputation for scarred faces due to broken bottle brawls.
I had to share a room with a buddy named Mike Westman. As it turned out, Mike is a snorer of epic proportions. Unable to sleep in the middle of the night, I had no option but to start yelling at him. "Mike! Mike Westman!" No response. "MIKE! MIKE WESTMAN!" The snores continued.
Finally, I walked to his bed and gave him a shake. This worked. He awoke with a scream/grunt.
The next morning, I shared this tale with our group. "That's funny," said our guide. "I thought you two were having gay sex."
I freakin' knew it.
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