towards la paloma

we drove on dirt tracks, avoiding potholes and dodging flying stones. by the side of the road a horse sat impassive under the shade of a tree, sheltering from the sun. having searched in vain for a way down to the sea, we decided to stop there for a picnic of empanadas and pasta frola. the sun was beating hard, so when the horse finally moved from under the tree, we leaped at the chance to get some shelter. a second after we sat ourselves down my friend who's in love spotted a vicious insect just about to bite her leg. tabano! those fuckers can make a horse cry for a week from one bite only. no wonder horsey had cleared out... we get up lightning fast and run to the car, only to find a colony of the evil creatures have chosen to make themselves at home in it. benny hill style scene ensues, with lovely girls running around car, shaking colourful fabrics at invisible monsters, opening and closing the doors, giggling like maniacs and finally putting a piece of cake on top of the car -- to tempt the suckers away, of course! -- and driving off like there is no tomorrow, laughing hysterically, tabanos away...