Well, one of the brothers of the women that my brother had his son Luis with, his name was Jose. Jose started the fire and cut the bacon of a big piece of the boar that Anatoly had killed.
Then put the whole pig to barbecue on a spit, the whole rest of the big boar (wild pig),
while I prepare the eggs and he bacon on another open outdoors stove .
Anatoly (Toola as we called him,) introduced me to his clients and friends from the boat; some of them were coming back repeatedly almost every year; there was a stewardess from Avensa airlines, some of these people were from Europe, like Joseph, and a Wall Street broker Barry (who reminded me of my friend also named Barry (friend of mine from New York and Los Angeles ), he helped me with the stock market, when to buy and when to sell, but now I rarely see him since I introduced him too the stripper named Stormy Weather, then their was an accountant from U.S, John, and Arturo from Spain (a lawyer in criminal court) and Marilyn, a housewife ( her husband was back home in Caracas).
We had breakfast with drinks and more drinking and on and on; this went on throughout the day –talking eating drinking– the hours rolled by, very fast until Arturo said, Goodbye I have to go to Caracas on the late afternoon flight so I can catch the plane to Madrid at midnight today.
Arturo politely said his goodbyes asking Jose to take his things to the boat and take him to the mainland.
I did not mention this, but when it rains on the high mountains as had the last night, the river grows and the corrientes became much more rapid and tricky. You have to know how to cross the river because it is never the same due to the waterfalls constant change in volume of waters. My brother insisted on another toast and more drinks and would not let him move or go to the boat, but finally he managed to get to the boat.
“Where is the boat? Jose where is the boat? senor yo no se!”, Arturo got louder, almost screaming, “where’s is the boat? I must get on that plane, that flight,” it was just across the river on the mainland, right there, es he landing srip and I can hear the plane”
Senor the waters most drag the boat down the river, the current it is very strong,…….si that is what happened senor.
Well we were all quiet we knew what had happened: Anatoly had untied the boat and let it go to get smashed and destroyed on the next water fall downriver, so he can have his company until he gets tired of them all has quests, his party would not stop and continued until he said so..
Next day my Indian lover show up on a boat from the hotel and was looking at me with those unmistakable looking eyes that say it all, everything that lips cannot say, and at that moment my brothers’ eyes met mine and his, noticing what’s was unhideable.
Anatoly calling him by his name “Aquila” (O, I like that, his name is great, an eagle), saying to him, “I need you to help me, so I can stay with my sister haven’t seen her for so long we have lot to talk about, Aquila go with a he new group tour down to ” Salto Él Sapo” waterfall, and will see you tomorrow when you are back, be very careful with the tourist safety,…
Then he called Jose after poor Arturo missed all his flights and connections, Jose signal for another boat, and take Arturo to the hotel on mainland, and then. Jose go and get the people that arriving on this afternoon flight and ask someone to bring me another boat.
When we were left alone as all were gone, Anatoly said to me ( I noticed something wrong in his voice I did not ask or volunteer to say anything,) you known Luda (that is the way he called me) — Yes Toola? “My sister is visiting my niece in Macuto that is where she lives and works, (20 min. from Caracas) you know that my niece is the manager for Public Relations for “Melia Hotel” he very knew first one on Venezuelan, yes, but I just hope she don’t mind my cat ( all this time sense the jail on Maracaibo,my kitty travel with me, in my bag, .and it would be a good Idea if you go see them and spend some time with you niece and sister in the beach.
Will that was not my plan, but I had to obey t was not a suggestion, I can tell by his voice that it was a order.
So a few hours later I was on my way to Caracas, will Maiquetia airport, few minutes from Macuto , I went straight to the Melia and had an wonderful time and a drink with a meal with the company of my niece and she tour me around this elegant fabulous hotel in the beaches of Macuto.
Guess who else? flew on the same plane besides my cat? poor Arturo, furious, but , nevertheless we could not help ourselves but laugh and laugh we did, with a glasses of ice cold champagne, in those days in the flights in all the Venezuelan airlines, there was always plenty of champagne and of the best! Salud! prost! Na zdorovje !