NOTE: this is a legacy post ported from the old blog platform for archiving purposes
I has arrived! I’m on my brother’s sofa in my hometown of San Fulgencio, Spain :D
Going to the airport with a hangover, spending 45 minutes standing in the queue for security then getting very drunk with my brother could have some effect on the fact that I’ve a nose bleed right now! I never get nose bleeds… oops.
Well, it could’ve been worse. Anyway, I can’t wait for tomorrow – although I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.
Farewell suckers.
Day 2
OK, I wake up around 3pm in a scorching heat (not sure how hot, but it’s hot!), I love this country. How the hell do people work here?!
I really wanted to start this post so I did it asap last night, appologies for the gross info :) Oh yeah, my luggage got some bizarre white substance sprayed on it just before coming to me on the conveyer belt at the airport, no idea what it was and it seems to have dried up now. It smells weird.
Done for now. Later.
Day 3
Last night involved a lot of alcohol so right now I’m waiting for a paracetamol to take effect :(
Tonight and tomorrow night are this town’s local fiestas. I’m also going (I think) to a river tomorrow with some friends to go swimming… there will probably be testosterone-fueled attempts to swim upstream and under rocks, so injuries are expected.
For some reason it’s really windy today which means it’s slightly less hot, yay!
Day 4
Last night too involved a lot of alcohol, but I’m still drunk! I’m thinking perhaps my body deserves one or two days rest… but that won’t be happening today.
The foam party was awesome. My shoes are wet and my skin is dry (and hurts!). But it was awesome. I must have spent the best part of 40 Euros on beer… in Spain… heh.
Pipo came to my house this morning to go to the river but I soon sent him on his way kindly asked him to leave.
More beer, more foam, more later tonight.
Day 5
I just watched Grindhouse (or “Planet Terror” if you’re in Spain), I now really really really want Quentin Tarantino’s babies. It has gore, guns, zombies, sex, fantasy and tons of laughs… just brilliant.
More foam last night and again more alcohol… so much so that I actually flew a few feet then landed quite nastily on my arse. It hurts. A lot. Oh and one of my arse cheeks is bigger than the other!
Hmm, relaxing tonight, seems my body is calling for it. I think I’ll just stick to Neurofen to calm the pain and swelling :D
My friend Alan has a BMW E36 325i …!
Day 6
No news today.
Day 7
More alcohol last night, nothing special. Beach tonight, gonna watch the stars with a few friends and drinks.
Day 8
The beach didn’t happen last night… but it did today :D As expected it’s quite sunny and sandy. My skin appears not to tan, I’m not even burnt! Well that sucks. At least I can say I’m brilliant at palas de playa.
Day 9
My skin is red! Not too red mind you, doesn’t even hurt. I had to be out in the sun all day long though. It seems even though I’m not tanned I still have some resistance to the big yellow cooker.
Edit: My brother Stephen got stung by a jelly fish!
Day 10
Today is another ‘one-day-rest’ day, I need it! The past three nights I’ve not slept in my house alone… and that usually involves someone waking up before I’ve had my full sleep. The solution? I slept most of today and won’t be doing much fiesta tonight… which is gonna be hard since it’s friday.
Seems my holiday is coming to an end, two days left and only two nights! Saddening :(
Day 11
My friends were surprised at me not drinking last night. I got hyper on red bull tho :D Good job I wasn’t drunk because I ended up playing some late night footy… in my etnies… with no light… it also involved random firework throwing.
I got a nasty blister! Stephen twisted some part of his leg playing football though, he always seems to come off worse.
Pipo went fishing later that night, I’m glad I didn’t go… they stayed up all night.
Day 12
Went to the beach last night to watch the stars. What a sky! It was so hard to make out the constellations because of all the stars… there was supposed to be a meteor shower and the only shooting stars I saw were the fireworks we were letting off. Shame.
Day 13
Last day. Everyone seems to want to come to the airport. Great! It’s unbelieveable how many spanish people have never even been to an airport, and how excited they get just by going to one!
See you in England :)
