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After I left the cafe this morning I needed to find some paint stripper. The nice girl who works at the surf shop next to the cafe was kind enough to teach me how to say removador para pinturas. The marine supply didn’t have any but of course the young man spoke good English and he directed me to a paint store a couple blocks away.
At the paint store I took great pains to explain what I needed in Spanish and naturally, the young man answered in perfect English. 100 Pesos for a liter sized glass bottle of paint stripper, about one third the price in the USA.
I rode my bicycle back down to the boat through the Zona Roja (red light district) for my amusement. You never know what you’ll see over there. As I neared the boat, crossing the last intersection, the bag I was carrying the paint stripper in broke and the bottle exploded when it hit the street! Paint stripper all over the street, my bike, and my feet.
I cleaned up the mess as well as I could but the tires of the cars driving by were splashing paint stripper all over the place and up their sides. They’ll get a nasty surprise, little spots of missing paint the next time they wash their cars.
The old guys sitting in front of the corner store asked me what the mess was and I said “removador para pinturas” in good Spanish.