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Later, in a bar in Puerto Madero, Emily sipped a cool beer and regretted the loss of her hurdy gurdy and alpenhorn knowing that the affliction she had been plagued with since childhood, obscurus instrumentum syndrome, would flare up; she would need to find a salve to her condition.
But it didn't take Emily long to find something unusual to play in South America when she took a trip to the Andes
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So in the evening shadow of Cerro Aconcagua, with her Obscurus Instrumentum Syndrome satiated, and a new resonance barrier of the pan-flute variety in place, Emily warmed herself at the camp fire and took a thoughtful look at each of her compañeros: a handsome Porteño, a weathered Goucho, dos Chilenas, a man who claimed to be the grandson of Butch Cassidy, and several members of a Uruguayan Ruby team - something didn't sit right with her about the ruggers, but she drifted off to sleep anyway.
The withered gaucho's father had been Henrique Marks, so the son was known as Gaucho Marks, much to the amusement of the rugby players who were, in reality, white slavers who were planning to capture Emily for their evil trade.
During the night, one of the Chilean women absconded with the man claiming to be the grandson of Butch Cassidy.
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(El Sancho digs an illustrated story. The picture is from Argentine artist, Florencio Molina Campos, 1891-1959)
The same night, the Uruguayans kidnapped Emily and took her to a bordello in Montevideo where she was forced to stay by a guy who looked the image of Emilio Zapata and another just like Pancho Villa.
The next morning the two men, looking as though they’d seen better days, staggered back out onto the streets of Montevideo, muttering to themselves something like, “Pronto, vamos a Mexico, pronto – pronto, muy pronto, la dama es loco en la cabeza, ¡Ay, caramba!”
Emily could not believe the turn of dizzying turn of events could spin further out of control (it was almost like a work of fiction for an online writing forum) until she was rescued by the Grandson of Che Guevara - the formidable Chow Guevara, formed from a union with Che and and an idealistic Chinese communist translator/freedom fighter/black market profiteer/Chinese restauranteer who had fled China on charges of fixing Ping Pong matches.
The Formidable Chow Guevara, El Chow for short, said, “Em’, if we move quickly, we can catch the last hydrofoil of the day to B.A.; it’ll have us across the Rio de la Plata in no time, and I’ll have my driver take us to one of my restaurants in La Boca, a little stir-fry place I call Quick Lee’s, and, you know, the Juniors are playing tonight.”
"Sounds lovely", Emily relaxed as Chow's powerful hands held her petite, but shockingly sweaty hands. "Chow, can we just skip dinner and go to the hotel", she purred, battting her eyes - it had been days since she had male companionship and she was becoming restless.
Just then the Pancho Villa-looking chap, with a crazy gleam in his eye, poked his head around the corner and addressed El Chow directly, “Careful, Ching-Chong, that one’s a diabla!” Then he made his hand like a cat’s claw and scratched the air in front of himself several times for effect before staggering down the street (presumably in search of Mexico), laughing hysterically and sloshing cerveza from his 2-liter bottle of Quilmes.
Meanwhile, in Chipping Norton, Emily's parents, Lord and Lady Featherstonehaugh-Cholmondely were debating whether to send their eldest son Julian to Argentina, following a telegram from the British Chargé d'Affaires who said that Emily had been spotted with some very colourful characters of peculiar disposition.
Lord and Lady Featherstonehaugh-Cholmondely were white Kenyans with British passports, of course, and would only have their daughter marry someone with "good blood" and with this in mind Lord Chommondely hopped onto his Harrier and flew to Argentina.
But when he realised that he couldn't get anywhere near Argentina with the Harrier's range, Julian turned back and bought a ticket to travel by British Airways to Buenos Aries.
Meanwhile, Chow Guevara had shown Emily his rare collection of Polynesian Nose Flutes which he kept in a large and interesting, nose shaped case he had had made by one Jose Williams, Bespoke case maker to the Financially Endowed, in Guadalajara.