Monday, May 21, 2007

Catalonia travel diary - Barcelona

Photo by: Alain
Tuesday
On Tuesday we arrived rather late in the evening and headed for the flat, which was situated oh so conveniently in the very center of the town – on La Rambla. Rather quickly renamed into Ra Lamba. The only downside was the constant noise coming from the street throughout day and night. I tell you, it’s probably worse than living next to railway.
We didn’t even bother unpacking, found a little corner shop (the Paki shop), bought some food and mixers and had our first welcome drinks. After that we smoothly went on to have our first night on town and walked all the way to the beach where we met 2 drunk girls from Holland. One of them glued from lips to an equally drunk American guy, the 2 of them practically having an intercourse. What was really cool, was that they had some bubbly, real glasses and strawberries. We ate the berries and took off. Met some drunk Canadians on our way home and took loads of pics
Find me and the boys on the pic;)
Wednesday
In the morning Kox and Alasti went to sort out the documents for Alasti’s passport, which, as we discovered in Tallinn airport, was about to expire in a couple of days! Me and the boys hit the city, saw most of the old town and did some shopping. In the evening, I – the mum – cooked some spaghetti Bolognese and it was about time to hit the town again. After wandering around aimlessly we had us directed to a local club called Apollo. It truly was local – the people, the music, everything. For your information, all the guys in Barcelona have the same haircut. Short at sides, longer at the back of the head, sometimes having a couple of dread locks in it. The modern mullet. Being, as we were, three blonde girls, we were getting lots of attention but somehow our boys were not very popular. Probably out of sheer sadness the guys staid up and drank in the flat until 9.30 in the morning. Now, when I’m tired I can sleep through all kinds of noise but it’s rather difficult to sleep when someone keeps coming to you with half hour intervals, shaking you and asking whether it’s okey, and whether i can sleep with them being so loud:)

Thursday
On Thursday, the boys needed their beauty sleep, the girls went out on town and I decided to go for the beach. Did some people watching, witnessed drugs and money exchanging owners, took a nap. Later the boys joined me on the beach, after which we saw some more city close to the beach area, had a drink and tapas at a small bar. Allan fell in love with a random girl sitting in the bar, we saw some more old town, ate some kebab and headed home. In the evening we sort of kind of managed to have a house party with some more Estonians – Pipi, Tommy and Annika – who happened to be in Barcelona as well. Annika and Pipi left on a rather staggering pace.

Friday
Friday was the main sightseeing day. Gaudi buildings, Sagrada Familia, Park Guell. I’d done it all before so it was old news for me, and however beautiful the sights are, I can’t find the same kind of enthusiasm in me, as for instance Allan was feeling. Then again, I guess it’s hard to find Alllan-Allan’s type of enthusiasm in anyone:) In park Guell we bought a couple of those head massage instruments, which the English call orgaminators. The name is rather fitting, I must say. We had some Sangria in a place called Mylka bar and headed home again. In the evening we somehow managed to have another house party, this time around we invited the neighbour over. It was nice to find out she was English, after we had tried to speak Spanish to her on the balcony for several times. Ilja fell in love, again! So we left him home and went on to a party in a club near the beach, called Catwalk. This is where we tried to convince the rather big and angular guys at the door that we were Kimi R√§ikkonen’s friends and we were on the list. We thought it a good idea, considering the Formula 1 race was coming up in BRN and all. We managed to get the girls in for free and the 2 guys had to buy the tickets. To compensate for that, we bought them drinks in the club. On our way home we found 2 Latvian chicks on the beach but ditched them as fast. Then we found some locals with a guitar and sang a couple of Robbie songs with them.

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