Saturday, 15th... had to write about it 2 days later... you´ll understand why...
I guess i´ll just write about the night... the day involved the usual shopping, cleaning, washing, cooking stuff...
Ok so... it´s erm.. some time at night... i think 10pm. We leave our place in Les Cortes... our destination is Barceloneta where C.A. lives (we walk it from Drassanes metro in Las Ramblas to Barceloneta - think of it as an overpriced but much nicer Bugibba). We were there at about 10.45pm. From there we walked it to our planned destination Port Olimpic! Our route... a lovely, huge beach (pity it was too cold), and a skyscraper type tower as our guiding star... 4 Kings bearing their wish and money to party all night...
We got there... the start was a little slow since apparently things get wild at 2am. So we took the opportunity to get accustomed to the place, to what it offers, and to it´s prices as C.C. stood at the bar expecting change for his EURO 20 after buying a round of 4 beers.. and needless to say got none.
Things began to pick up - there were more people, and we were stopped by a girl to get into the club she was hired to promote... at first i thought "is it so bad that you need to push people in to get a decent amount of clientele... i.e. 1 person together with the barman"...
...but she proved me wrong as the bar slowly but surely got packed, music was great, and we got a free ticket to get free vodka shots everytime we tried to leave the bar... vodka beats iron bars at holding 4 Maltese in prison... ok ministru tal justizja!?
After a round of vodka redbull.. which here means a long glass, 3/4 filled (admittedly including ice too), and a side bottle of redbull.. we managed to move on to some other bars... well up to this point my drink counter got jammed...
Realisation hit when one of us, P, was drinking outwards... a polite way of saying puking.. Didn´t want to end up puking... not in a foreign country.. not when i was so tired.. not when we had a long way to get back home (which even if sober, had no clue on how to get there)...
C.A. wanted to keep on partying.. he´s a big guy.. he could take it... C.C.... well let´s not go there. Basically it was me and P... we headed in a direction... we were walking along the beach because i remember feeling a little refreshed.. well no offence to P but i think i was the more conscious of the 2.. something i realised after he suggest walking to Drassanes! Walk to Drassanes? we dont even know where we are, how to get there, or have the strenght to get there!? No... i wouldn´t have there.. so we crossed to the more populated side of the street and i began using my slurred Spanish which seemed to do the trick.. better than my sober Spanish... Por favor, sabes donde esta el metro di Barceloneta?... aa.. por alli... a la izqueirda?... gracias... muchas gracias...
Salvation.. we found it... 2 trains to catch.. an interconnection to walk at Passeig de Gracia... P marking his territory orally here and there and we were finally home...
BUT... i still had lots to pay for... as my first stomach release reared it´s ugly head round the corner of my mouth...
I guess i´ll just write about the night... the day involved the usual shopping, cleaning, washing, cooking stuff...
Ok so... it´s erm.. some time at night... i think 10pm. We leave our place in Les Cortes... our destination is Barceloneta where C.A. lives (we walk it from Drassanes metro in Las Ramblas to Barceloneta - think of it as an overpriced but much nicer Bugibba). We were there at about 10.45pm. From there we walked it to our planned destination Port Olimpic! Our route... a lovely, huge beach (pity it was too cold), and a skyscraper type tower as our guiding star... 4 Kings bearing their wish and money to party all night...
We got there... the start was a little slow since apparently things get wild at 2am. So we took the opportunity to get accustomed to the place, to what it offers, and to it´s prices as C.C. stood at the bar expecting change for his EURO 20 after buying a round of 4 beers.. and needless to say got none.
Things began to pick up - there were more people, and we were stopped by a girl to get into the club she was hired to promote... at first i thought "is it so bad that you need to push people in to get a decent amount of clientele... i.e. 1 person together with the barman"...
...but she proved me wrong as the bar slowly but surely got packed, music was great, and we got a free ticket to get free vodka shots everytime we tried to leave the bar... vodka beats iron bars at holding 4 Maltese in prison... ok ministru tal justizja!?
After a round of vodka redbull.. which here means a long glass, 3/4 filled (admittedly including ice too), and a side bottle of redbull.. we managed to move on to some other bars... well up to this point my drink counter got jammed...
Realisation hit when one of us, P, was drinking outwards... a polite way of saying puking.. Didn´t want to end up puking... not in a foreign country.. not when i was so tired.. not when we had a long way to get back home (which even if sober, had no clue on how to get there)...
C.A. wanted to keep on partying.. he´s a big guy.. he could take it... C.C.... well let´s not go there. Basically it was me and P... we headed in a direction... we were walking along the beach because i remember feeling a little refreshed.. well no offence to P but i think i was the more conscious of the 2.. something i realised after he suggest walking to Drassanes! Walk to Drassanes? we dont even know where we are, how to get there, or have the strenght to get there!? No... i wouldn´t have there.. so we crossed to the more populated side of the street and i began using my slurred Spanish which seemed to do the trick.. better than my sober Spanish... Por favor, sabes donde esta el metro di Barceloneta?... aa.. por alli... a la izqueirda?... gracias... muchas gracias...
Salvation.. we found it... 2 trains to catch.. an interconnection to walk at Passeig de Gracia... P marking his territory orally here and there and we were finally home...
BUT... i still had lots to pay for... as my first stomach release reared it´s ugly head round the corner of my mouth...
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