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After descending back down
to the city, we stopped and bought some postcards
and then found ourselves a nice little bistro along
the main Promenade at which to have lunch. It turned
out we had picked the perfect spot, as not only did
we get to watch flocks of people scurry past, many
of whom were quite hot - and not just from the blazing
sun - but we got to see some kid on a Vespa scooter
face plant himself in the middle of the street. He
apparently ran over a big obstacle made out of
absolutely nothing, which his scooter was unsuccessfully
able to negotiate. Plastic and bits of metal showered
the road, and his body showered the debris. Someone rushed
over to help him but he just jumped up, yelling how
really okay he was, waved at the crowd sitting at
our restaurant, and drove off with a drunken wobble,
helmet perched precariously up on his forehead instead
of down over his actual head like they're usually worn.
Classic.
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We
continued our wander after lunch and happened upon
a group of strangely dressed, mostly (kind of) men, who
were all chanting about something called Troma and
generally acting quite insane. The group had a bullhorn
which several of the individuals kept wresting away
from each other in order to loudly broadcast whatever
seemingly popped into their heads at the time.
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Upon returning home, I
did a little internet research to find out just
what the hell Troma was and it turned out to be
a British independent film company. They've
released a DVD of "Cannibal! The Musical," written
and directed by Trey Parker of South Park fame, so
perhaps I was a bit harsh in my rush to judgment.
No, scratch that, they really were freaks.
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We
quickly distanced ourselves from the weirdos in the
colorful outfits and made our way back over to the
beach. There were tons of yachts and pleasure boats
anchored out in the bay, many of which looked quite
expensive and were probably full of gold or precious
jewels. We thought about going for a quick swim to
liberate some for ourselves, but then remembered we
didn't know how. To swim. Okay, or liberate.
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