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Day 11: Barcelona, Spain (Yup, still here)

Saturday, September 17th, 2005

Rain!!!

Love it or hate it, the thundering pelt of water on the roof was a clear indication we were going to have to cope with this one way or another! I don’t use the word “thundering” here lightly either, this was rain that seemed to be pretty angry with the world around it! One step out the front door would have been enough to drown you from head to toe in a split second so staying indoors seemed like a pretty sensible option as they come!

The boat trip (as I’d expected was cancelled) although I was in the situation of having to assume this for most of the day as Alan finally got in contact to confirm my beliefs at 5pm. “I had a bit of a lay in” – You don’t say mate!!! This of course meant a change of plan (or at least a change of action seeing as there was no plan b for the day!).

The hostel common room was proof enough that there were plenty others in the same boat (not the one I was….oh forget it!). As busy as I’d ever seen the place, it proved a great backdrop to getting to know some of my fellow travellers and generally chilling and chatting (and playing the odd game of poker as well!). It actually made for quite a refreshing change to really sit down and do very little and in a lot of ways it was equally as productive. Had it not been for the rain, I might not have gotten to know so many people here and built a good friendship with them. I was pretty glad it DID rain in the end!!

With the downpour turning into light showers and looking like it was going to be gone completely by the start of the evening, we made plans to join in the fun on the hostel organized pub crawl. Feeling like this was all part of my “younger years” and had experienced the good old pub crawl many times in the past (and the consequences the next morning!) I decided I’d go with it and see how it went!

Free beer!!!!!!…….

Well, not quite. €16 gave us basically free beer or sangria for the first hour and then a free shot in each of the 4 bars thereafter. We also had entry into the club at the end of all that thrown in. Maybe experience told a little (you wouldn’t have thought so in Paris) as I was pretty careful not to go for the jugular early on! All the beer you can drink for an hour is a pretty neat thought only it seemed some of those on the crawl had managed to finish themselves off almost before they started!

We were joined on the crawl by travellers at 2 other hostels and what appeared to be a few hangers on that had somehow found there way into the group! I got chatting to a rather lovely looking Finnish girl in the 2nd bar but was put off somewhat by her brother standing just a couple of feet away! She was very flirtatious but it felt pretty weird having her brother there I have to say! Maybe she picked up that vibe because as soon as we left the bar she was on the arm of another guy and pretty much blanking me! Oh well, some you win, some you lose, and some you’d just feel awkward winning!!!

We darted in and out of another couple of bars, downing our shots as we went before ending up somewhere near the beach and entering the nightclub. Vouchers were pushed into my hand before entering, seemingly offering a buy one get one free drinks coupon (bargainous!) and we filed into the club before almost immediately losing sight of those with us. I lasted about 10 minutes before there was no one around who looked vaguely familiar!

At €5 a pop for a beer it was a pretty good job I had those flyers! The beer helped drown out the sorry state of music that was playing. I ask you…Cotton Eye Joe???????? Seriously! They played it! In that instant I felt old and regressed 10 years to days when Oasis and Blur were battling it out to kings of Britpop and the damned song they were playing had somehow topped the UK charts. It sent a shiver down my spine!

I did eventually catch up with a few faces I seemed to recognise but feeling pretty shattered and the beer not really going down at a rate faster than a mouthful every half hour, I decided that heading home was the best option for me. It was already 3.30am and I guessed the club was going till 5 or 6am and knew I wouldn’t have lasted that long!

My problem from here was getting home! Now, in the light I might just have gone, “that looks familiar, I think it must be that way” but in the dark, somewhere by the beach and a mysteriously appearing indoor shopping centre that I had to go through in order to leave the complex (I’m pretty sure I didn’t come through any indoor shopping centre coming into the club!) I was, to the best of my knowledge, completely and totally lost!

Unsure which way to proceed I figured waiting for a taxi would be worth it! Worth the money it may have been but that is something I’ll never know as after waiting a good 15 minutes and barely seeing 1 car let alone a cab, I opted for the “ask people and hope for the best” option. Suddenly it seemed nobody spoke a word of English and it was only when a couple of Belgian guys found themselves in the same boat as me did we make any progress!

Upon passing a crepe van, however, it was obvious that they were utterly clueless as to where they were going and I had to find alternative means of finding my way back! One strawberry crepe (I wasn’t even hungry and I’m at a total loss to explain the strawberry filling!) later I was ready to immerse myself in Barcelona again, hoping somewhere just one person would at least be able to direct me to the Ramblas!

I did better than 1 when I got talking to 3 Portuguese guys who said they knew the way and would show me. We got chatting as we walked and apparently (considering my general state at the time, I’m still unsure if any part of this is true) they had just one €6M on the Euromillions! I’d probably been taken in hook line and sinker but as they declared our arrival at the bottom of the Ramblas, I found myself wanting to believe their story more and more!

Eventually then, some time well after 4am, I dropped, almost literally into bed!

Day 10: Barcelona, Spain

Friday, September 16th, 2005

Plans for this morning had been put into place last night during our poker/drinking time. Feeling like we were lacking somewhat in the culture department during our time in Barcelona, I’d arranged with Ned (an English guy staying in the hostel) to go see the Picasso museum. Apart from everything Gaudi, the Picasso was supposed to be a cultural highlight of this Catalunyan City!

Winding our way through the Barra Gotic we eventually found this rather hidden treasure! The €6 entry fee would have been worth it alone just to have seen the building! Inside, the works of the world renound artistic genius were focussed on the earlier stages of his life and thus the most famous works of his can be found elsewhere. However it is perhaps the earlier work that I favour. Never being particularly taken by anything cubist, his purer paintings of his formative years are not only the most eye catching but also the most revealing about his life. A big Picasso fan I may still not be but I certainly came out feeling more educated!

AS if to undermine the culture experienced this morning, an altogether alternative approach was passed fit for our afternoon! The Beach! I met up with the 2 Scottish guys and Francis and we headed, towels at the ready for an afternoon of mindless sunbathing!

Our afternoon was disrupted somewhat by, what can only be described as, a madman! We deduced that this guy was speaking German and that everyone he had been talking to (if “talking” is indeed the correct word) he really didn’t know! He would seemingly pick a person and go annoy them for 15 minutes before picking on someone else! When the guy started doing some weird looking martial arts on the sand and then jumping into the sea fully clothed (glasses and all), doing a handstand in the water and running back out again, we and all those around, could be seen to physical move away from this rather bizarre being!

I thought I might have had something going with one of a group of girls sat not far from us but its not exactly easy getting that eye contact thing working when you’re wearing sunglasses! The moment passed and we were up and leaving before I could really do anything about trying my luck!

My evening was pretty much arranged for me when Alan phoned to say meet him at the Hospital Clinic metro station and we’d go for food and plentiful supplies of alcohol! Sounded pretty good to me! He was also going to be bringing his girlfriend and her sister who had come to visit.

Alan had picked out a Mexican restaurant that had been excellent last time they were there. His only problem now, it seemed, was finding the damn place! The two girls seemed pretty reluctant to walk virtually anywhere and with Alan swearing every 5 minutes that he thought it was just around the corner only to find, actually, no, it wasn’t, caused tensions to flare a little! We did eventually find the place and took up residence on the outside seats.

The four of us seemed to get on pretty well and his girlfriend’s Sister seemed good to talk to (being able to speak 4 languages as good as fluently helps) and the evening was going along nicely. There had been talk of going to a club tonight but as the evening progressed I don’t think anyone’s heart was really in it so we just sat back, and supped our Coronitas! The evening took a slight turn for the worse when a friend of Alan’s turned up. Now, 4 people (especially when 2 of them are a couple) is easy enough, you just hope you get on with the other person. With 5 of us now and another French speaker at the table, I wound up feeling a little lost. I certainly wasn’t feeling comfortable! The mood was sweetened slightly towards the end of the evening when I got chatting again with the sister (names are escaping me at the moment!) but it all ended pretty abruptly when it was clear we were leaving. We did however arrange to meet tomorrow as they were going on a boat cruise and asked me to join them…It seemed like a good plan to me!

Getting back to the hostel around 2am I headed for the common room to grab some juice and just chill for half an hour before heading off to bed!

Day 9: Barcelona, Spain

Thursday, September 15th, 2005
I woke determined to get out and see more of Barcelona today! Yesterday was just lovely but as much as I loved letting the hours drift by in the sun on the beach (damn, that makes me wonder why I ... [Continue reading this entry]

Day 8: Barcelona, Spain

Wednesday, September 14th, 2005
The sun, the sand, the sea! Now, I could handle this on a more regular basis!! With so much to do and see in Barcelona, I opted for the only sensible choice, a day at the beach! Actually it was ... [Continue reading this entry]

Day 7: Barcelona, Spain

Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
Arrangements can come undone as quickly as they are made so it seems. After chatting with the American couple in my couchette last night we discovered that we were all headed to Barcelona only they were without a hostel. After ... [Continue reading this entry]

Day 6: Paris, France

Monday, September 12th, 2005
I woke on my final day in Paris feeling a great deal better than this time yesterday! Fully recovered now but not really feeling like venturing too far as I would have to catch my train later in the evening ... [Continue reading this entry]

Day 5: Paris, France

Sunday, September 11th, 2005
Oh man!! I woke with a hellish hangover this morning! Not really headache bad, but just totally drained! At least I woke in my bed! I'd somehow managed to get back to the hostel! Even better, back to the right ... [Continue reading this entry]

Day 4: Paris, France

Saturday, September 10th, 2005
With the original plan yesterday going out the window, I was determined to get to see the Louvre today (inside this time!)! With a bit of luck on my side, Sacha was going as well and we headed down together. ... [Continue reading this entry]

Day 3: Lille, France – Paris, France

Friday, September 9th, 2005
An early(ish) start to the day! Left the hostel at 10am because of the lockout, despite my train not being till 12. So killed a couple of hours in the internet cafe and round the shops. On the train, at ... [Continue reading this entry]

Day 2: Lille, France

Thursday, September 8th, 2005
Strange things, dorms! I've figured that out already! Take last night (my first night in any hostel, in any city, anywhere, ever - You get the idea) for example. Now the room sleeps 5, seems simple enough, right. Now I'd ... [Continue reading this entry]