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SNOWING IN BALI

booked to coincide. But the flight from Bali had been delayed by two hours, and when they finally arrived their horse was missing. This guy was not bright, more a mule, who spoke no English. Strangely, he hadn’t called Rafael’s batphone – a cheap phone he bought for every job, using it exclusively for that job, then tossing it. The horse had simply vanished. Rafael didn’t know if it was a bust, a theft, or stupidity.

Fuck, I think, where is the guy? Where did the guy go? We don’t have a clue. First I think he got caught, because when I came into the airport he didn’t call, and I say, ‘Fuck, we lose 5 kilo of coke, ah we lose everything.’

– Rafael

By uncanny luck, they found their lost horse. Jumping into a taxi, exasperated and mystified, Rafael heard the driver uttering magic words. ‘I picked up a guy with the same bag as you a few hours ago.’

‘What, the same bag as this?’ Rafael asked, pointing to his windsurf board bag.

‘Yeah.’
‘Where did you take him?’
‘To a hotel,’ the driver said.
‘Oh, take us there quick.’

Then I come to the hotel, knock on his door, he says, ‘Who’s this?’ I say, ‘It’s me,’ and the horse opens the door. He was in a G-string... I look at the guy’s underwear, you know the string one, normal men don’t wear this. I say, ‘Man, put something on, why you wearing this shit?’ He goes down on his knee, crying, ‘Whoa, thank you god, thank you god.’ South American people are very religious. I say, ‘What you