Roughly translates as "What's your name llama?", and is one of the few Spanish phrases I have managed to pick up in the past twenty two years. This would not normally be a problem in the marsh lands of East Anglia, where Spanish lingo is about as necessary as altitude sickness tablets...However, I could probably do with stockpiling large quantities of both of these as I venture into deepest darkest Argentina, Bolivia, and Peru early on Monday morning.
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
There is no escape after all
What I discovered on my bed when I got home:
The bottom reads 'no Llamas were harmed in the making of these snacks.' This is a great shame. They are actually rather tasty afterall.
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