Hey TT,
I thought I'd made my mind up as to which way I was going to vote, but there seems to be splendid and perfect bs coming out in equal quantities from both th "Stay" and "Leave" camps. It is never going to be a 100 per cent certainty that the UK will lose or benefit entirely from either one. So, all in all, it's still an undecided from me...
With visas, even if we leave, they will still let us visit the continent and stay for some months without applying for extended leave as used to happen before.
I've got a treasure story to get Saturday night under way...
This one's got the lot: gold, murder, pirates, some hanky-panky, crazy priest, weird rituals and a lonely mountain-top on a Caribbean island....
About two centuries ago, in present day Ecuador, there lived a priest who had a blonde lady in his congregation who was married to a Spaniard. This lady has been described as a bit of a nymphomaniac by all accounts and due to her habit, acquired a Frenchman as a 'friend'. The Spaniard did not know how exactly handle his wife and her cravings, and discussed this with the good padre. The padre feeling offended by this lady's behaviour and inline with his own religious conviction went to the house of Frenchie and forcibly brought back wifey to the Spaniard. At about this time, revolution against the Spanish yoke was working towards a fervour, and the Spaniard got wind of this and fled along with Blondie, Padre and his or in some versions the Padre's, black servant called Congo. The motley crew fled to some land owned by the Spanish chap in the interior where he was on good terms with the local natives.
During the time that this eclectic bunch were together, it appears that horny Blondie had brought out the lascivious desires that the Padre had until hitherto, kept in check. This unfortunately resulted in the murder of the poor Spaniard and the new partners - nymph and the failed priest - being put in prison for murder. When the liberators took control and threw the Spanish out of South America, the inmates were granted an amnesty. Rather than being grateful for a second chance, the lovers with the faithful servant Congo, gathered a handful of new adherents and left for pastures new and embarked on a career of piracy.
They managed to get themselves a ship and named it Emmanuel and started attacking ships in earnest in the Caribbean. Apparently they were acting with impunity and getting some decent scores. Word got around to the various port authorities that a pirate ship was operating under the command of a renegade priest who would preach whilst his small piratical crew attacked merchants and travellers in and around the islands therein, and a 'wild' blond woman ran naked all over the pirate ship.
As their reputation grew, their behaviour and modus operandi became more and more bizarre with apparent weird rituals taking place, Blondie being 'ravaged' by the Pirates on the orders of the mad priest and a fair treasure being accumulated and hidden atop a mountain location where an altar was made by this group to perform unsettling practices.
This continued until Congo was captured with one of the crew and in return for his life being spared, offered to reveal the hideout, the treasure and the crazy couple. The authorities sent 30 soldiers to seize the treasure and outlaws but when they entered the hideout, all they found was the altar and detritus from the gang's camp.
The crazy couple were never found; rumours surfaced some years later that a 'mad" white couple were living stark naked in the Venuzuelan rainforest with a native tribe....
As for the treasure, nothing was recovered although documents from the time show that there was a fair amount captured by the Pirates during their brief but impressive time on the high sea.....
If I am not mistaken, one of the Trio (well Quartet with Amy), looked into this and came across some very interesting and startling information and documents....
IP
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,,hence ressurrecting sleeping towns with potential treasure legends could be one job THers could do as consultants to struggling mayors...,
:Remember no matter what path or road you choose to travel, They all lead somewhere, but, they all have been traveled before, that;s why they are called paths or roads, If your searching for the unknown , don't travel either one,choose your own way,no one Else's,
