Our Bonga-Bonga.....Bustling Street-Scene...

Hi Buckeye, twasn't Ohio that disappointed me, I was walking around gazing in awe when I was captured and bundled into a van. the Silence of the Lambs still brings shudders to me, i hate butterflies. Hurry Kaleidoughboy

Oh, dear! Junee I am so very sorry to hear of the troubles that beset you in wonderful Cleveland, Ohio...place of my birth! Of course, the family moved south of the southern suburbs when I was 5 years old - no telling what the place is like today. The museums there are still great!

Lovely limeric dear June! Chapeau!

Mr. PSquire - I was reading your post...and it made me wonder...
if you were on a bender...how do you know what you did?
As for the "crumpet" I hear some of them will do about anything for enough coinage...so they are not usually good for alibis as for a few coins more...they could swear they never met you.
Dear Junee...Please stay away from the corner...we dont want you scratched or damaged in anyway!

Of course i knew about the place, that's where I was heading. so I didn't work or have lunch in that town, I was waylaid by these two guys as soon as I got there

Of course, juneeeee knows that...she's been a rocker for years. Rock on, juneeeee...at least once kboy finds you!

Cleveland? A "strange town?" Woo-hoo, wait'll I e-news your "strange town" opinion all over Cleveland!!! You'll never work again in that town...or have lunch.

That's where the Rock 'N Roll Hall of Fame is, y'know! Didja know that? I betcha didn't even know that, didja!?! "Strange town" indeed!

that's where I was Cleveland Ohio a stranger in a strange city. I saw these two guys whispering together, a skinny one and a large one. The large one accosted me and asked the time. then they bundled me into a white van which was pretty full of pink fairy bikes and I woke up here. Please hurry boy I need your cloak. My Editor can take a running jump if he tries to send me to any more strange towns

GRRROOOOOAAAAANNNNNNNN.............OK, let me get my eyes open here. Ooohhhh, mmmmoaaannn, yawn, ugh, eeeewwww, the taste in my mouth, YUCK! All right, let's see...HEY! What, what???

Sheesh!!! Can't a guy go on a bender for one lousy night (and it WAS a lousy night!) and sleep in the next morning without waking up to find himself maligned, mistreated, manhandled and massacred in Bugosiland??? Behind his back??? What a...I've never seen...who would...what a pack of lies, fabrications, falsehoods and prevarications! Libel here, slander there, character assassination and I don't know what-all!!!

First of all, THAT IS NOT ME IN THAT PICTURE, (www.jigidi.com/puzzle.php?id=714TFPOI) or my accomplice, cohort, minion or partner in crime, and IF IT IS I deny it and you can't prove a thing, plus which furthermore I was in Cleveland that whole weekend and I can produce a witness (quite a shapely young bit-o-crumpet, too) who will swear I was with him! HER!!!

So! Who's next? C'mon. I may be hung over but I'll fight you with one hand tied behind my back! Both hands! I'll breathe on you! That'll settle your hash pretty quick!

Ohhhhhhh, my head hurts . . . . . where's the aspirin? Oh, I hope the rum bottle's not empty.

Hellooee Juneee!...Fear not, I am on my way!....(BTW, feeling a lot better now, with my new 'family').....

maybe El Squirto finally squashed 'his' pink bike and needed to steal another one

the man didn't have a bike, he was just another fat guy with a beard. He said his name was Lela, well there's a lot of people called june so why not? I don't know where I am but it isn't Happy Valley. Talking of Kaleidoboy, we have a kind of telepathy between us, maybe he can home in on me. I'm ready for my chocolates now

old-furniture-chomper-not-chomping-madam.......the dastardly sloth, Bilvio Serlusconi would not be at all welcome in our stylish hotel.....no, that was a blatant attempt to besmirch the good name of Bonga-Bonga and divert attention from the sordid goings-on of that oily oligarch.......
Maybe Juneee was just looking for a good story?......

Lelabug....a question.....is this the Infamous Scene of the Infamous Parties thrown by the Infamous Prime Minister Bilvio Serlusconi?......I'm wondering if the the name given these Infamous parties was a play on words and an attempt to discredit your Magnificence....

And why did Junee not run at the first sight of a big man with a white beard riding a pink child's bicycle.....even one as innocent as Junee (case in point her infatuation with K-Boy) should have known he was wicked, shameful, and disgraceful..............

Tatty....our comments crossed.......Maybe, perhaps your directions will lead to Bonga-Bonga.....in a roundabout way..........In any case, there is a good chance you will meet up with unclebluebottle, as he is always going to the wrong place anyway......

Funny-eye-with-numbers, and bookie-person.....you are welcome to stay anytime......
Tatty-from-Brazil........Noooooo, that is a mere imitation of our wonderful town/city/country.......yes, unclebluebottle is correct......
Juneee....where exactly are you?.........That photo looks liuke Mr.LeSquirt stealing ANOTHER bike!....
Round-in-Rebmuda..........I hope you enjoyed your visit to THE WRONG COUNTRY!....Hee-Hee!........

I'll check if the stolen bike was back to the little girl.

Let me see. It is 100 miles to Campos do Jordão - buy chocolates to June. Then 220 miles to Belo Horizonte - have a drink with that unclesomething. Visit my cousin that lives nearby. Return to Lanchonete Bonga Bonga and take some new photos - add the photos to Lella's file. I think I'll able to do it in a weekend.
Everything is possible!!!

Hurry Robbie, it's damp down here, there is no wine. there is no anything, just me and something scratching in a dark corner. EEEEK! I want my Mom

somebody called erholtzman has just put up a picture of a man stealing a pink bike from a little girl!

Have no fear Junee, we will have you out of there.................after you drink all the wine!! Tatinha I found Lanchonete Bonga Bonga, took a drive around with yellow man but they are rebuilding on the site!! Google must have taken the picture during the construction and Lela is showing the finished hotel. They managed to lay the train tracks which go nowhere.........amazing!!

not really a cellar by the looks of those rings in the walls and that is all the furniture there is. I should have known when this big man with a white beard stopped to ask me the time, I should have put my hand up in the fending off manner and strode on. Mom always said you can be too polite

Hi Tatinha I was just thinking last night there is an actual place called Jigidi, so is there another place Called Bonga Bonga? Of course there is. So that's one more for you to visit and send me some chocolates, please

Is that the name of the uncle? I'm terrible with names.

It didn't seens so busy in my humble not-wine opinion. Then Lella explains that it was just a corner. I was wondered how could be Bonga Bonga plant. I researched on Google Maps and I was totally atonished when I found out 'Lanchonete Bonga Bonga' in Belo Horizonte/Brazil! Can you tell me if the hotel is in the same street? Or can I find Unclebluebottle having some beverage there?

The top floor, centered room appears to have the best view; I could stay there for a few days.

I'd love to come for a visit as I enjoy a bit of bustling activity.... Will try to get Junee free from the cellar so we can do a bit of shopping together.

Or maybe, possibly the coal cellar..........or the flower seller.........

I think it must be the salt cellar...

Adorable Juneee! - the wine-cellar??

I once met a person called Lela,
A very unusual fella.
And now that I've met him
I just can't forget him,
He keeps me locked up in his cellar

I feel it necessary to point out that this is simply one street corner of our busy metropolis, and it has not been picked out as the finest example of beauty - au contraire, it is a down-to-earth working-class part of town, and as such has its own peculiar charm.........
not-at-all-surreal-Heidi..........I am so glad you will not be staying with us........
raincoat-infusion.........you would hardly notice the trains, as they don't exactly move a lot.......
young-at-heart-halloween-thingy........you have excellent taste - your room is being fumigat......I mean, prepared......
was-shining.......yes, a nice family-run place......
Hanne-with-pipe.......but of course!....I will show it sometime in the future (it is near the town circle and the town triangle).......

Isn't there a town square??

I know a nice place called Bates Motel, you can get all the peace you could want there

Can you please book me a room in the nice hotel Hippolytus? I think this is just what I need: I relaxing, quiet holiday with lots of fresh air, and clean, good food----and wine!!

It certainly is bustling and while i think the hotel has lovely architecture...I admit I am somewhat surprised.
I pictured Downtown Bonga Bonga ....more...inviting. I would not like to hear the trains while I was staying at the Hotel.

BTW... Why hasn't that cheesehead joined in bashing the place?

That ''hotel'' reminds me of the old commercials for the Roach Motel. Instead of it being ''Roaches check in, but they don't check out'', it's ''People check in, but they don't check out.'' You'd never catch me staying in that flea and bedbug infested dump! If you don't believe me, look at that giant bug standing just outside the door!

Oh, I'd missed that!....Must report it to the pavement department (sweetlittleoldgranny).......

I am surprised that you allow bikers on the pavement Lela, lucky it is green and not pink!!

I see you are paying attention, plumpy-of-the-possum........Uncle partook of the Tadpole Wine in the hotel bar, and came out........'legless'......................(hee-hee!).............

What misfortune befell Uncle Adonis?

Yes, david-many-numbers-bzzz..........I think even a zebra would enjoy crossing the road......
piler-upper.......Bear in mind that this is the centre of the town-centre, right in the middle of the middle.........that is why it is so lively, in a life-like way.........

I always imagined Bonga-Bonga as a calm and peaceful haven of serenity, with no stress or turmoil to upset ones inner self. I guess I was mistaken. No scene of tranquility but the hustle and bustle of
the modern age!!!

Looks quite the cozy corner of the world. Who wouldn't enjoy a stroll on these striped streets?

old-furniture-not-chomping-madam.......whatever it is you're on about, I agree wholeheartedly.......

Well, it could never be confused with "Hotel Calidonia" imortalized in song by The Fleagles.....but the street scene is reminiscent of Margarita Villa....sans salt, sugar, and flip-flop..........

Er.....yes.......that's the one.................

Oh dear, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. Not that one?