PACE

Castles built by the Muslims when the controlled Spain a long time ago. Slits in the lookouts for archers and the whole deal. I , of course, proceeded to re-enact scenes of battle to the best of my knowledge and to the dismay of passersby.

The Rock of Gibraltar. Fortress of colonial Britain. And they’re still holding on. The rock of Gibraltar has huge history over the previous centuries. The Rock is a small piece of the southernmost coast of Spain, you can see North Africa from there. The British took it over back in the day, and stil hold it from the Spanish. They dont trust the Spanish if it were to come down to the wire, the Brits want control. Plus they’ll let us land planes there. Plus under the Rock is an entire garrison, complete with hospitals, cafeterias, kilometers of roads, living quarters, water, feul, etc. Plus the rock is nuke-proof, being buried under a huge mountain containing alot of limestone. (takes care of the fallout). So if there is nuclear meltdown someday, you’ll probaby find the remnant of the race on Gibraltar. Funny accent they have there. Sounds like some kind of mix between right proper Queens English, Italian, and Spanish. Strange indeed.

The Rock itself is beautiful. Huge white birds cirlce the top, which is some kind of military comm. post. There is a casino there (closed when i was there, or I would have to had to go in and comandeer some poor souls loot), also a botanical garden. The towns got alot of character. Narrow streets lines with olde english restaurants and pubs.

The museum was cool, and contained some 14th century baths, put in by the Muslims who has control over the area way back in the day.

Southern Spain feels alot like Southern California. The colors are pretty soft everywhere and the people are very friendly. The weather is just about perfect, with cool sea breezes coming off the ocean. Moving west along the coast, Im in Malaga now, having been through Jerez, San Fernando, Chiclana, and Sevilla. S. Spain is really sweet and is the first place that I thought I could actually live here.

The music, the women, the food. Beuno.

Picking up some Spanish as we go, you’d be suprised how much comes back to you from one pathetic year of h.s. spanish.

Sevilla and Malaga are pretty big cities in Spain, and both have a bull fighting stadium.

The beach here is beautiful. I was there at night to see some guys doing some wind surfing..

Got to try some of the best Spanish wine one night at a friends house. This guy Havier, his father wanted to have us over and give us some of his best wine. Havier was pretty cool, played percussion (about 6 hadn drums, and cymbals) , also guitar, and also was into spear fishing. He was in some spear fishing magazine. What he does is free dive down with this sweet spear fishing gun, dives down about 28 meters, or something ridiculous like that, and spears these massive fish, then pulls them up. The one picture I saw, the fish was half the size of his body, and hes a big dude. He sold that one for about 1000 Euros, which is like 1500$. He also taught me some Flamenco guitar, which was a bonus. I also got to wear my suit that I bought in Thailand - full suit, jacket, pants, tie, shirt - tailor made $100 us.

Entonces, todos dias es muy bueno. La comida es bueno y tambien las personas de Espange. Yo quiro Espange. Dayspues Malage, yo voy a Brussels por mi compleanos. Adios.

Indonesia, Singapore, Thailand, England, Spain.

5 countries covered in 11 days.

With a stop-over in Kuwait.

MOVIN ON UP To Europe, out of SEA.

Hola me amigos. I just flew from Kuwait over Iraqi airspace. Kuwait airport sux, but they gave me a free buffet lunch cause my flight was delayed 4 hrs, which I straightforthly plundered in a must abundant manner.

Bus ride 7 pm to 5 am. Show up in Bangkok, drink some coffee, eat some food, get on a plane at 3 am to Kuwait. get to England about 5:30 am the following day. Easy.

Right now I’m in London, but more importantly is the following:

Sometimes I like to say ‘nosferatu’ for absolutly no reason. ‘Nosferatu,’ I’ll say, knowing the ancient word hath no power over me. Mocking its power of old - ‘Nosferatu, ohhh , yes, nooosferatu, you are under my shoe, you creton.’ Inevitably this draws stares from the people at the busstop, train, dance, or gala event. Of course, if they step, I merely say ‘Draw you sword, knave!’ and if they fail to produce a sword, I consider them sorely beaten - my generosity alone prevailing them their life -a life of tremendous dishonour, no less. Put on a hat, Jack! next paragraph.

Little Birdy, little birdy, sitting on a ledge
you build your home of twigs and branches
nestled in a hedge
When will you learn to clear your throat
before you sing your tune
and fly for winter ‘ere the frost
seals you to your tomb.

I contend heartily that I am of sound mind and body. I can without delay tell you that Amman is the capital of Jordan, and that The Tempest is usually considered Shakespeare’s last play, although Henry VIII was completed later. (it is thought ot have been in collaoration with Fletcher and Beaumont). That crazy Shakespeare! That crazy shaky, speary soul! Oh how I long to propel one of his shaky spears into some foul watery menace, forever casting it back to the shadowy depths from whence it came.

Right then, onto Southern Spain. Viva Espange. Cheerio and all that.