The harder the chase ...
I just spent two weeks in Curacao. Had to go there for work but it is always quite relaxing. So this time was not that different except we got chased by police, nearly made a guy run over an island and exchanged digits from a moving car on the "highway". Not bad right for a couple of days cruising.
One night we were on our way to pick up a friend. He was there for a weekend and got a taste of truk'i pan and got seriously hooked. So he would wake me at 11 to take him for his daily fix. There we were going full speed on a nearly deserted road when a guy pulls up next to us at the traffic lights. I look over and there he was watching me. Being polite as I always am I smiled at him. It must have been a really good smile because he kept driving next to us and looking over. Of course I slowed down and let him go because who knows what kind of creep that was. At the next light he indicates that he was turning so I pull up next to him and as his light turned I gave him a little finger wave. The boy didn't know what hit him because he nearly ran into a traffic island. By now I am cracking up until I see him double back on me. I think you can probably still see the rubber I burnt off my tires at that light.
The story with the police starts off the same. Same road, different night, same time of night. Only this time it was a police car I passed going full speed. Now being Curacao, this doesn't mean as much as in any other normal country but I still slow down because with my luck these could have studied in the US or something and thus actually care about speed limits. Same traffic light, I turn and ask my colleague who is in the car with me, can you chaeck if those policemen are cute? I don't know what is happening in Curacao these days but they seem to be importing some very delicious looking police dudes. She looks around me and says: Yep, not only are they cute but they are looking at us. Me: they are? She looks again and says: yes, they are still looking. You understand that I had to verify this for myself so I turn to look and indeed, they are looking at us. So I burst out laughing and shoot off when the light turns green. Next traffic light, same game. Next traffic light I see they are about to turn whereas I intended to go straight. You read correctly, I did say intended because at that moment my intentions changed. I suddenly felt a need to take the long way to my destination and lo and behold that actually means I need to turn left too. So there we were at the light again and this time I give a little wave and nod ...and off we went again. Mind you we have only been able to see the passenger polcie and not the driver. So at the next light I decide to change lanes so we can see the driver. The gods of coincidence were not smiling on us but sometimes you have to make your own luck right ladies? So instead of pulling up behind the car in front of me I just stopped next to the police car. We turn and look and yes! he is also finger licking good. Under a burst of laughter we peel off and I look in the rear window and guess who is now behind us? Yes, the police car. Unfortunately we have now reached our destination so I think that it is time to say good-bye to our lovely companions but they had other thoughts. They pull up behind us in the hotel parking lot and follow us all the way to the entrance. They park behind us and open their doors. We do a quick check in the mirror, no crusty eyes, no dried up spit in the corner of our mouths... ok we are good to go. We wait, we wait and we wait. I can see them behind me in the mirror and I can see their doors open but I can also see them talking ... and I see them closing their doors and drive off. Police 44 (that was their license plate number) has left the building.
The digits chaser ... well he saw and fell hard. Him I need to tell you about in a separate post because he is calling ...
One night we were on our way to pick up a friend. He was there for a weekend and got a taste of truk'i pan and got seriously hooked. So he would wake me at 11 to take him for his daily fix. There we were going full speed on a nearly deserted road when a guy pulls up next to us at the traffic lights. I look over and there he was watching me. Being polite as I always am I smiled at him. It must have been a really good smile because he kept driving next to us and looking over. Of course I slowed down and let him go because who knows what kind of creep that was. At the next light he indicates that he was turning so I pull up next to him and as his light turned I gave him a little finger wave. The boy didn't know what hit him because he nearly ran into a traffic island. By now I am cracking up until I see him double back on me. I think you can probably still see the rubber I burnt off my tires at that light.
The story with the police starts off the same. Same road, different night, same time of night. Only this time it was a police car I passed going full speed. Now being Curacao, this doesn't mean as much as in any other normal country but I still slow down because with my luck these could have studied in the US or something and thus actually care about speed limits. Same traffic light, I turn and ask my colleague who is in the car with me, can you chaeck if those policemen are cute? I don't know what is happening in Curacao these days but they seem to be importing some very delicious looking police dudes. She looks around me and says: Yep, not only are they cute but they are looking at us. Me: they are? She looks again and says: yes, they are still looking. You understand that I had to verify this for myself so I turn to look and indeed, they are looking at us. So I burst out laughing and shoot off when the light turns green. Next traffic light, same game. Next traffic light I see they are about to turn whereas I intended to go straight. You read correctly, I did say intended because at that moment my intentions changed. I suddenly felt a need to take the long way to my destination and lo and behold that actually means I need to turn left too. So there we were at the light again and this time I give a little wave and nod ...and off we went again. Mind you we have only been able to see the passenger polcie and not the driver. So at the next light I decide to change lanes so we can see the driver. The gods of coincidence were not smiling on us but sometimes you have to make your own luck right ladies? So instead of pulling up behind the car in front of me I just stopped next to the police car. We turn and look and yes! he is also finger licking good. Under a burst of laughter we peel off and I look in the rear window and guess who is now behind us? Yes, the police car. Unfortunately we have now reached our destination so I think that it is time to say good-bye to our lovely companions but they had other thoughts. They pull up behind us in the hotel parking lot and follow us all the way to the entrance. They park behind us and open their doors. We do a quick check in the mirror, no crusty eyes, no dried up spit in the corner of our mouths... ok we are good to go. We wait, we wait and we wait. I can see them behind me in the mirror and I can see their doors open but I can also see them talking ... and I see them closing their doors and drive off. Police 44 (that was their license plate number) has left the building.
The digits chaser ... well he saw and fell hard. Him I need to tell you about in a separate post because he is calling ...
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