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Lesbian Stories
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Lesbian Female / 37
Our Unwise Vacation
This falls into the realm of making poor decisions. My partner and I decided we would go further, farther, into the 'real' Latin America. Out of the glare of the tourist world. We traveled into the highlands, by rented 4 wheel drive, two professional mid thirties women. Very American, stocky, big breasted, blond, Nordic women, in a world of small, short, brown people.
Our car broke down. We were stranded. Our language skills deficient. Our credit cards useless. The small three bedroom hotel refused to rent us one room. Cash in advance, in lieu of cash my gold chain I've had since I was 16. The locals told us, we thought, that they had taken our note to the next town with a garage. Our second big mistake, believing them.
Three days past, the gold chain no longer paid for the room, now it was our camera. The town people followed us, Gullivers in Lilliput. One woman 'washing' our clothes at the public wash held up my bra and the women laughed. We were given hand signs telling us they knew we were 'lesbians', one woman holding up a small rainbow flag from some distant demonstration.
A week, another payment, this time we gave up a diamond ring. We decided to catch the bus that came thru once a week, abandon the rental, get closer to civilization. Back where the bathtub ran hot water, our credit cards worked, we got local currency, the rental car company let us know the starter had been disconnected. We were charged for every day until they took back the car, plus the cost of the mechanic.
We left, poorer, without heirloom j*welry, and our camera. A trip into a world where sheep are fleeced. The only bright spot being the woman with the pride flag, the word is out, pardon the pun.
Our car broke down. We were stranded. Our language skills deficient. Our credit cards useless. The small three bedroom hotel refused to rent us one room. Cash in advance, in lieu of cash my gold chain I've had since I was 16. The locals told us, we thought, that they had taken our note to the next town with a garage. Our second big mistake, believing them.
Three days past, the gold chain no longer paid for the room, now it was our camera. The town people followed us, Gullivers in Lilliput. One woman 'washing' our clothes at the public wash held up my bra and the women laughed. We were given hand signs telling us they knew we were 'lesbians', one woman holding up a small rainbow flag from some distant demonstration.
A week, another payment, this time we gave up a diamond ring. We decided to catch the bus that came thru once a week, abandon the rental, get closer to civilization. Back where the bathtub ran hot water, our credit cards worked, we got local currency, the rental car company let us know the starter had been disconnected. We were charged for every day until they took back the car, plus the cost of the mechanic.
We left, poorer, without heirloom j*welry, and our camera. A trip into a world where sheep are fleeced. The only bright spot being the woman with the pride flag, the word is out, pardon the pun.