I am writing this at an ungodly hour. I have woken up early so that I can ask the man at the reception here in Valencia to ring Barcelona bus station and ask them where the hell they've put my bag.
Yes dear readers, the worst has happened. I have become seperated from my big, have-everything-in-it, bag. My money, my passport, all of my clothes, everything, basically, all because some spazmonaut at Barcelona bus station decided that my bag needed to stay there, (the theory is that they saw the BA tag on my bag, saw that it said that my destination was Barcelona, and decided to keep it, OR, someone took my bag out at some point, and then didn't put it back in again). Some kind of crazy-sounding coach-person got on the coach and started Spanishing at us - probably about my bag, but at the time we didn't know that.
So yeah. This is a potentially trip-ruining event, and I'm really pissed off. Its Tomatina today, but I don't have all the white clothes I bought especially for it. GRR!!!
Tuesday 26 August 2008
Monday 25 August 2008
Travelog the Second
Today is tomorrow, happy today, tomorrowpeople!
Yesterday was fun. We went to building designed by Gaudi, inside there was an apartment filled with furniture he designed or something, I don't know, my audio-guide thingamy wasn't working, so I couldn't tell what was going on. It reminded me of being dragged around stately homes as a child, and having my parents and English Heritage frantically trying to convince me that period-piece furniture and fittings constituted something I should be interested in.
But then! We got up into the loft and then onto the roof, which were great. The roof is made up of a huge bulbous undulating shape, that is supported on a system of interior pillars and held up with hundreds of arches. The loft is one big room that covers the entirety of the upper level, thus allowing air to circulate and keep everyone nice and cool. The roof was even greater. There were about a dozen funky chimneys and stuff was tiled and it was cool and awesome. I have some pretty good pictures of me and Sarah on that roof, I'll endeavour to upload them at some point.
We made our own dinner in the hostel kitchen, it was a jillion percent cheaper than eating out), well, probably about thirty percent actually), and was also pretty tasty. To wash it down we drank Bacardi. Everyone around us envied us for our Bacardi-bibations.
That night, we tried to go to this club, but we were late. So then we wandered around town. We found another club that was lame and terrible, yet, acceptable to our needs. People in the club were smoking while dancing, at first I found that annoying, and then I found it intolerable, (I managed to skim my hand over someone's lit cigarette which was painful, and then there was this gay Chinese guy who kept gyrating around us blowing smoke everywhere. But meh, it was something to do.
We left there at 5am, and got the last bus home. Barcelona, by the way, is really good for night buses, the services are essentially 24-hour, which, really, all bus services should be.
I don't know where Cassy and Sarah are. I slept in this morning and tried to contact them, but I'm getting no responses. Maybe they killed each other?
Yesterday was fun. We went to building designed by Gaudi, inside there was an apartment filled with furniture he designed or something, I don't know, my audio-guide thingamy wasn't working, so I couldn't tell what was going on. It reminded me of being dragged around stately homes as a child, and having my parents and English Heritage frantically trying to convince me that period-piece furniture and fittings constituted something I should be interested in.
But then! We got up into the loft and then onto the roof, which were great. The roof is made up of a huge bulbous undulating shape, that is supported on a system of interior pillars and held up with hundreds of arches. The loft is one big room that covers the entirety of the upper level, thus allowing air to circulate and keep everyone nice and cool. The roof was even greater. There were about a dozen funky chimneys and stuff was tiled and it was cool and awesome. I have some pretty good pictures of me and Sarah on that roof, I'll endeavour to upload them at some point.
We made our own dinner in the hostel kitchen, it was a jillion percent cheaper than eating out), well, probably about thirty percent actually), and was also pretty tasty. To wash it down we drank Bacardi. Everyone around us envied us for our Bacardi-bibations.
That night, we tried to go to this club, but we were late. So then we wandered around town. We found another club that was lame and terrible, yet, acceptable to our needs. People in the club were smoking while dancing, at first I found that annoying, and then I found it intolerable, (I managed to skim my hand over someone's lit cigarette which was painful, and then there was this gay Chinese guy who kept gyrating around us blowing smoke everywhere. But meh, it was something to do.
We left there at 5am, and got the last bus home. Barcelona, by the way, is really good for night buses, the services are essentially 24-hour, which, really, all bus services should be.
I don't know where Cassy and Sarah are. I slept in this morning and tried to contact them, but I'm getting no responses. Maybe they killed each other?
Sunday 24 August 2008
Travlog the First
I've never been on an aeroplane on my own before. Turns out I'm not very good at it. Like, you know how I hover through my life in a permenant state of confused dazedacity, well, take that, and imagine it in a situation where you have to actually pay attention to what's happening and who's telling you to do what. It was more than my puny rat-brain could handle!
Well, technically, it was less than my puny rat-brain could handle, because I did manage to successfully catch a plane and I am now in Barcelona!!
My first experience of Barcelona is getting lost. I tried to catch the metro from the aero-port, but the route map was confusing and I couldn't figure out whut was whut. I got about half the way to my hostel and thought 'fuck this shit', and proceded to get a taxi. All the taximen spoke Catalan, which I don't, so I didn't understand a word. I kept saying '¿como estas?' 'cos I thought that meant 'how much?', but it doesn't, it means 'how are you?', so when Senor Taximan kept replying 'bien' (Catalan for 'good'), I thought he was saying 'ten' (English for 'ten'). Imagine my surprise when I tried to pay him with €10! Ha! Anecdote!
Cassy and Sarah are also here. I met them. They have been here two days and they are mega-awesome super-already-know all of Barcelona. I turn up like a total muppet and they start telling me what metro lines go where and how I should have travelled like a pair of know-it-somes! I'll figure it out, its just 'cos they had a head start, by the end of these three days I too shall be a Barcelexpert!
Last night I saw a guy squeezing the whoozits out of his ladyfriend's boob. Because I am so refined, this revolted me to such an extent that the only way I could deal with it was to laugh. Actually, forget the refinement, I just thought it was funny.
Anyway, today should be fun. So far I've: discovered that my shower gel leaked in my bag, covering my toiletries in a sticky green goo; offended my mother over the phone by telling her not to ring me while I'm away, (again, she's done so twice since last night, I wouldn't mind (well, I would, my mum used to ring me all the time in Lancaster, and it really got annoying) if it wasn't for the fact it very moneycosts me to accept phone calls from outside Spain at the moment); and I've had a not-very-good breakfast of Coco Pop-alikes and bread. Cassy and Sarah have organised an itinery of touristy goodness, so that'll be fun.
I'll keep y'all posted. Hasta la vista, bitches!
x
Well, technically, it was less than my puny rat-brain could handle, because I did manage to successfully catch a plane and I am now in Barcelona!!
My first experience of Barcelona is getting lost. I tried to catch the metro from the aero-port, but the route map was confusing and I couldn't figure out whut was whut. I got about half the way to my hostel and thought 'fuck this shit', and proceded to get a taxi. All the taximen spoke Catalan, which I don't, so I didn't understand a word. I kept saying '¿como estas?' 'cos I thought that meant 'how much?', but it doesn't, it means 'how are you?', so when Senor Taximan kept replying 'bien' (Catalan for 'good'), I thought he was saying 'ten' (English for 'ten'). Imagine my surprise when I tried to pay him with €10! Ha! Anecdote!
Cassy and Sarah are also here. I met them. They have been here two days and they are mega-awesome super-already-know all of Barcelona. I turn up like a total muppet and they start telling me what metro lines go where and how I should have travelled like a pair of know-it-somes! I'll figure it out, its just 'cos they had a head start, by the end of these three days I too shall be a Barcelexpert!
Last night I saw a guy squeezing the whoozits out of his ladyfriend's boob. Because I am so refined, this revolted me to such an extent that the only way I could deal with it was to laugh. Actually, forget the refinement, I just thought it was funny.
Anyway, today should be fun. So far I've: discovered that my shower gel leaked in my bag, covering my toiletries in a sticky green goo; offended my mother over the phone by telling her not to ring me while I'm away, (again, she's done so twice since last night, I wouldn't mind (well, I would, my mum used to ring me all the time in Lancaster, and it really got annoying) if it wasn't for the fact it very moneycosts me to accept phone calls from outside Spain at the moment); and I've had a not-very-good breakfast of Coco Pop-alikes and bread. Cassy and Sarah have organised an itinery of touristy goodness, so that'll be fun.
I'll keep y'all posted. Hasta la vista, bitches!
x
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