Here are a couple of photo's to show u what we ahve been up to lately. Chow

The Mules in front of one of the many Chilean patriotic statues. The photo was taken in the coastal town of Valpariaso. Check out those new ''Italy Design'' R12 shades.

Hitting the local scene with a 2 of our friends, Juan Ignacio and Matias.

However, the night ended rather soon for Matias. What a perfection smile.

More photo's will follow soon..........................................

Here are some more photo's. Hope you enjoy them........

















Theo, the new Chilean Tennis Champion (Check out the lakes under the pits)



















Theo, enjoying the fine chilean wine.

Theo, pleased with the size and taste of Argentine beer.

Enough for a good night out we'd say.

The Easter bunny payed a visit, but wasn't keane for a chat.

Tumbleweed.....................So, yip, not much going on. Not many foties either. Heres one of us with a mate from school hitting the local club XCSO. Yawn. Bye.

Attention

To all. News of an unbearable magnitude has reached our ears. Evi, the Chilean Mule Mascot, has gone missing. Yes, Missing! Snatched up when the Mules took a three day trip to Pichelemu, she has not been seen since. A search has just begun to try and find the missing mascot, and no evidence has turned up. A sign of a struggle was found in the room where the mules thought she would be safe, and in depth research is currently in progress. If anyone has any information regarding the mascotnapping, please contact +5687225847 and you´ll recieve no reward whatsoever. Thank you.

Greener Pastures...

The last week has been slightly eventful for the Mules. Work was done until Saturday morning last week in rather cooking weather. A offer was given to them to join their working group on Saturday night for a rather large skop with a fat meal. They gratefully accepted. Saturday began with work and then the mules had a wine tour at the Anakena Wine Farm. There was some tasting in which a festive mood was wrought and they took a car ride to Pablo´s horse farm. At this farm, a horse ride was taken, a very fantastic one at that, and then they moved off to the dinner that they were getting so amped for.

On arrival, they met the most speechless man ever. It was an interesing conversation with him. We couldn´t speak spanish, but then again neither could he. Later, striding up to the house where everyone was chatting away, two seriously and unbelievably staunch vodkas and fantas found their way into the hooves of the Mules...which they took the shorter side of a year to finish, seeing as it is quite difficult to pick up a cup with hooves, just in case you were wondering if they can´t handle staunch drinks. They later had some beers and Spanglish was widely spoken that night. A huge feast of chicken, chops, sausage, tomatoes, onions, salsas, salads and potatoes was eaten by a large group of twelve. Some species of the fairer sex arrived, but alas, it was the time for the mules to leave to their stables on the farm. The Stallions took over from where the mules left off. They lay in the hay and dreamt about may, and slept till two hours past midday. When they started frolliking in the clay. And they all shouted Yay. Time to stop.

Tomorrow, the Mules leave to Curico. A small town in a wine valley South of Santiago. A very quaint area, the town offers a rommel hostal where the Mules will take refuge. With two beds and shared bathrooms, they are bound to have fun. Their last day of work was done today after a long laboured week last week. Goodbyes were spoken to all the working force on the farm. Feeling worse for wear, they are now, as we speak, packing for tomorrow. The trip is in the morning and there is a much anticipated arrival in Curico by no one. But they are sure to make an impact with a name like the Chilean Mules.

A celerbration is in due course tomorrow night and they probably won´t make it back to their residence. But that is all skepticsm, not a direct quote from them. The mules are slightly distraut at the mascotnapping of Evi. They were caught napping wouldn´t you say...........................................That´s he-mule James´s joke! Not he-mule Theo. He makes the best jokes, sorry. the second best jokes in the world, after Chuck Norris. That was close. I could feel him aiming a perfectly timed roundhouse kick at my long mulistic face. Enough. now.

Here´s a photie of the mules endeavours.

Todays random fact: Know when to stop. (its more of an instruction but its what us mules live by)

A cracking meal at Edwardo´s house.

Back to Farming back to Reality.......

On Thursday, after much pondering and bickering, the mules had decided that a trip to Pichelemu on Friday was a good bet. It also gaurenteed a day off from picking good old nectarines. Allowed to sleep late for the first time in a week, we milked it for all it´s worth and only reached the bus station for a ticket at 12:40. We hopped on the bus and found ourselves two of the forty-eight cramped seats on the bus. We missed breakfast and spent the first half hour longing for some kind of substanance and later found it in some chocolate and cookies someone was selling at one of the stops. (she probably realised we were foreighners and I´m sure the old bat ripped us off) Anyway, a really healthy lunch. After a while the bus starting getting full, taking on passengers here and there. The bus driver had obviously missed the 'No more than 48 passengers at any one time' sign that was printed next to the door and eventually there were a few straglers standing in the isle ,with every second person holding a crying baby with a dirty nappy smelling a bit like school toilets on a Friday. The driver ¨obviously¨ thought that the sign said 88. We arrived after three and a half hours, and proceeded to a campsite. The first night, after going to club called Barracuda´s, we wound our way back after meeting some Surfer Australian guy called Dave, with a rockstar mullet, who took us out for a night on the town...we came back late, because James tried to keep up with Theo on the beer count, jokes mom, we got back at 9pm................The night didn´t stop there, without a doubt we had forgotten matresses, and without a doubt the floor was basically concrete. Maybe going out and coming back late does have its advantages, because the floor would have felt much harder, but it was defenantly harder than anything we have ever graced before.. And from that uncomfortable position Theo, very gracefully and tactfully, broke the tent. Great. (Theo has a slight excuse for the tent was only half his length). We would also like to mention the tent had the most amount of mozzies ever measured in such a restricted area. And they weren´t kind......

The poeple found our form of Spanish quite interesting and testing, needless to say ordering things and getting about were not easy tasks. We ended up with a few strange meals after picturing succulent and juicy arrangments of food that weren´t pictured before in our heads. We wandered down to the beach a few times...but apparently the weather and water was freezing (according to Theo, it was!) and we never quite made the swim in the sea planned earlier that week. Sushi at a small restaurant was a perfect end to the that evening and a sleep in a new cabin was then executed (Theo´s endeavours the night before caused a movement away from the tent and to a more stable outfit, this room had a spectacular view and even a watch dog to keep us safe in the night, see photos below). We also found the perfect getaway car. The MuleMobeel. Dum Dum Dum. Speechless. The next day, revived and rested, we took on the town and found some new straw hats...we felt the previous caps did not compliment our chiseled features. Los Tres Palos was brought into the equation, a excuisite coñac bought at the local supermarket for a slightly pricey R25. After that night we chose to rename it as con-yack...it was a great alternative to the renowned Cape Hope brandy of South Africa. The bus trip the next day put us throught our paces being a little more hot, a little more cramped, and a little bit more...well, how to put it...droogbek.

Today, Monday, was our first day back from Pichelemu. We rose early and would like to inform you that we dump-tackled the kiwi orchard agai, and then the sun dump-tackled us. Tomorrow we approach picking of pears and apples as first-timers, wish us the best of luck. The Chilean Mules.

Today´s random fact: Sun Does burn.

The Mules in front of our first class view from our cabin. Perfection.

The new hats complimenting the chiseled features

Our Mighty Watchdog, Beast

The Mule Mobeel

Men at Work

After celebrating James´ birthday this weekend at a big club called Kamikaze, where the brandy and coke was as good as the locals´ english. KAK. But it was a bit of a stomp and the DJ managed to get in some Numaye, Gasolina and Die Bloubul (no jokes, we wish). We were getting pretty frustated, because Theo(me) could not even bum his token 1 dentjie for the night. Anyway, that was the weekend and the fun was just about starting. By the way, Theo is the new Chilean squash champion, beating the farmers son, who plays for the Chilean Mens Team. Im good, really good.

Well.................this working in a orchard is a bit harder than what we imagined. After the first session of 4 hours we were still full of confidence, but by the end of the next session of 4 hours we were struggling like the elders in the groot trek. Today we spent the whole day alone in a big kiwi orchard, positioning each individual branch onto a string attached to a long pole standing vertically. Higher grade stuff. Sounds just as exciting as it is. This is why we did maths for 13 years. This is where those trigonometery skills really come to use. All you young ones still in school, stay in school, don´t be a fool, it´s cool, obey the rule, we are going for a swim in the pool and we is a tool. Heres a pic for you to look at and see what tools look like. Spread the word about the site if people want to find out more about our adventure of our really cool wannabe fool pool. Cheerio. The Chilean Mules (as aposed to Spanish stallions).

The boys ready for their first day at work, note the classic caps we borrowed.