It's been awhile since I've sent a post, but here I am sitting at Casamurada, the amazing recording studio/villa in the middle of nowhere, though 500 metres from a freeway. I've just come back from a mini Eurotrip, travelling up to Paris, then across to Lille, Brussels, down to Luxembourg, further down to Lyon and then back to Spain.
I actually can't remember what I last said, but I know that since that last post I have had plenty of fun, tripping around the European countryside.
We travelled to Ireland for awhile, staying with our dear friends Maggie and Eamon, and their kids Eleanore and Samuel. We stayed with them for awhile, in their country cottage aka two storey fully renovated nirvana in the Co. Wicklow. We made friends with the local Organic store owners, Stephen and David, and they took us to Damien Rice's house, which was fairly exciting, as I had been listening to the Blowers Daughter on repeat for the last 6 months, and then suddenly I'm sitting across the table from him, eating tofu and boiled nettles soaked in lemon juice. He was a fairly reserved guy, popping out for a spliff once every often, and researching this Brazilians girl's theory on nerve tension. She looked just like Gisele Bunchden, really skinny, tanned with blonde hair, so we nicknamed her Gisele, because we couldn't remember her name.
Stephen and David also took me to a hippy dance-a-thon at the concert hall in Dublin, a no drinking/drugs event that reminded me slightly of Freezer, but it was just lots of hippies dancing to world electro music. They had a food stall set up, so I ended up hanging out with the Canadian girls who were helping them, and then a guy I met (I think his name was Justin) who happened to have stayed with our friends on Salt Spring Island. Fucking small world hey!
We mostly just hung out at Kilmullen farm, feeding the lambs, hanging out with the kids and watching movies. I tried to get as much homework as I could done, though I really, really failed, as I was too distracted by phone calls to Em, Al, Gret, Pete and Rosie, and MySpace, Facebook etc.
We went to Dublin twice during our stay, once for a night, and then for a week, staying at an apartment on the left side of the river. I went on a massive shop-a-thon, which is for me searching through endless op-shops to find interesting stuff. I bought gorgeous things, leather boots, a black coat, sequinned vest, bowler hat etc etc, and spent under 100 euros, so it was a worthwhile trip for me! I loved hanging out in Dublin, it is such a cool city to walk around in, and just look at. There are so many different places to visit, I found Grafton street fantastic, and found a gorgeous Cuban cigar shop/cafe that sold really, really, really yummy coffees. Probably the best I've ever had in the western world, really strong, caramelized coffees. Yum. I also found this gorgeous dress shop where this woman made really extravagant dresses from silk and lace, and I saw my wedding dress. It was a vision in white, and I fell in love instantly, despite the price tag (250 euros). Though not much, I only had 5 euros in my purse at the time, enough for the coffee I was going to buy down the street at this cafe, the Queen of Hearts, which had many gorgeous looking tarts and cakes, and made really good coffee.
After our little stay in Dublin, and Dads return from Sri Lanka (he went there for nearly three weeks to work with World Vision on refugee projects after the Civil War had finally ended. Apparently the country was just full of insane devastation.) we headed down to Co. Cork, to stay with our very old friends who were originally students at a course Dad taught in Maleny in 2002, when he was working on the Fountainhead project. Grainne and Derek, and their kids Dan, Rian and Clara, opened their beautiful home to us, down in Ballycotton and we stayed there for a week, enjoying the five days of sun Ireland gets a year in their mini glasshouse. I actually did get homework done there, got all my Media and English shit out of the way, and got all A's (so proud of myself, haha).
I went out one night with their neighbours, and got really stoned doing old school compression sessions in Jesse's friends car. It was like I was with my girls, the three guys I was with resembled Greta, Em and Al in so many different ways, they were like the driver, the stoner and the nutcase, but guys, it was fantastic.
We spent the rest of the week drinking a lot of wine, eating yummy food, and travelling to Cork to tour around the city. It had some really cool alleyways and I found some great cafes, and a really lovely secondhand book store where I bought L'alibi by Isaac Menasse. It's basically a psychology book based around the life of one guy during the second World War, and is a really, really interesting book, fulled with philosophical epiphanies.
We left Cork, and travelled back to Dublin to catch our flight to Spain, arriving in Barcelona at 11pm, and travelling to Charlie's house.
Charlie and Mika greeted us at their humble abode in Bonastre, with a yummy coleslaw and organic bread, and we retreated back to their cabin, which they so graciously gave us while we stayed there, to sleep.
I hung out there for a couple of days, wandering into Bonastre to get a coffee every day, sleeping till 1, 2 or 3 and enjoying the Spanish sun. I contacted my friend Joan in Lleida, and planned to go and stay at his house for a few days leaving on the Friday.
I travelled to Lleida via train and arrived at Joan's, setting in before we went out for dinner with his friends, Guillem, Francesco, Jew, Natalia, Adriana and Luis, to a little tapas bar for beers and sandwiches, before heading to the amazing Lleida cathedral high high up on the cities hill for cocktails. Joan and I descended back to his around 2 with Luis and Guillem, having a few beers and some whiskey and chats before going to sleep. I introduced them all to Bon Iver and Cat Power, and they loved it, and said I sound just like Cat Power - ooh compliments! Haha.
The second day Joan went to rehearsal with his band, and I went to an art thing with his friends in a nearby village where the children of the school right stories and then the artists draw them and it all gets put into a big book. I met a funny character, Manuel, an old guy who kept holding my hand and asking to sell me things, and I wrote a story about him that I gave to Guillem and Luis to interpret.
We headed back to Lleida and I went with Francesco to his house and started making dinner. Pasta with a tomato sauce, eggplant fried in parmesan cheese and tomato and onion salad, doused in olive oil. We ate with the rest of the gang, and then went to a Pony-like bar to drink a few g&t's before going out. We accumulated a few more, and headed to a rumba club, that played electro, rock, and rumba, and lots of eighties and nineties hits. I don't remember a bit of that night thanks to Tequila (I should really learn to stop having tequila shots after I am already obviously drunk), danced until 5, with me pestering the DJ every five minutes saying, 'Put on this!' or 'Put on this!', and him exclaiming, 'I hate Daft Punk.' and me sulking. I stayed at Francesco's house as Joan had gone home early, and woke up in the morning still a little drunk as we went down to have coffee at a nearby cafe.
Joan and I had decided I would go to Casamurada with him as he and his band recorded their debut album on the Sunday, so I went back to his place, and we headed to his mum's for lunch, and his early birthday cake. After he collected all the things he needed from there, we walked back to Joan's house and were picked up by other Joan and his father to drive us to Casamurada.
I fell asleep during the drive, and woke up as we arrived at this phenomenal Spanish villa. We had to wait for awhile until the owners showed up, and then were let inside to find this amazing, amazing, amazing (there are not enough words to describe how beautiful this house is) place, with its state of the art studio and very elegant/modern living quarters. I immediately made myself at home, and we all settled in, playing the PS3 and lounging around before I prepared dinner (I had said to Joan I would cook while I was there) and we sat outside with the newly arrived Pablo and Albert.
We spent the next week living the life of rock 'n' roll, while I cooked and surfed the net, and the Cronistes recorded their new album. It was so relaxing to do whatever for that time, just to hang out and socialize. It was Joan's birthday on the Tuesday, so I prepared a big dinner, and we sat outside and ate and drank and talked and eventually descended back to SingStar and drinking some more, as Albert and I had purchased a lot of booze on our shopping trip on Monday.
But all good times must come to and end, and I was picked up on the Thursday evening to travel across Spain/France to Paris with my family.
We drove through the night, with me keeping mum awake until 3am and eventually falling asleep. We arrived in Paris around 2 and after a bit of trouble finally found our apartment in Bastille and settled in.
We had an amazing feast for dinner, salad, pasta, meat, chocolate mousse and cherries, lemon tart, all organic, as there were many organic stores near us.
For the next few days we wandered around Paris, enjoying the beautiful city that it is and taking in all the culture that came our way. Mum and I went for a walk on the Friday night and ran into some guys who convinced us to come with them to a bar where we drank Absinthe (the bar had 80 different types of licorice liqueur, heaven much!!!!) and other different licorice spirits until grandma decided she needed to go to sleep as it was her 43rd birthday the next day.
She had a really lovely day, having real French croissants for breakfast (we have had a tradition at home, for as long as I can remember, that we always have croissants for breakfast on our birthday, and mum is the first of us to have real French croissants on her birthday) and going out for lunch with her husband, and wandering around the city. While I was babysitting Pearl and Zane we heard all this music coming from outside, and went downstairs to find this massive trance street festival going on, with all these acidheads and stoners parading through Voltaire (with a million Jean Dam's just waiting to strike at any sign of a revolt) pumping their music through a million different vans, with one guy on top of a truck stripping, much to Pearl's excitement. We eventually caught up with mum and dad, and I went off on my own to find my friend Jean, who had his phone stolen, so I didn't actually end up meeting with him. I came home at 9 to mum and dad watching Cadillac Records.
We met up with Sarah (mums friend for 30 years) who was in Paris for her sisters 40th birthday and had lunch and champagne with her, before heading back to her apartment near Champs Elysees for an amazing feast and a lot, a lot, a lot of wine.
On Monday we headed to Lille to visit my great great great grandfathers grave, who was killed in the second world war whilst fighting the Germans near the Belgium border. We stayed in Lille that night, and headed up to Brussels the following day.
I was really excited to go to Brussels as I heard it was a really cool city, but what we saw when we arrived was unbelievably underwhelming. It was boring and ugly to be quite frank. It seemed like the only exciting thing about it was the EU's base. So we wandered around it for awhile, but decided that if there was something special about Brussels, we couldn't be bothered and didn't have time to find it.
We drove to Luxembourg, after a suggestion by Anni who travelled there in the eighties and said it was amazing, and found this majestic city.
We settled into a 4 star hotel that we found for 100 euros a night (bargain!) and then headed downtown to check out the inner city and the Duke's birthday festival that was happening.
There was a massive concert going on with a huge outdoor stage and a few imported acts from Brazil, America and Poland. We stayed and listened to the music, and danced until heading back to the hotel where I surfed the net and smoked some cigs off the window until 4am.
We waltzed around Luxembourg some more the next day, enjoying the amazing park with was situated in a huge gorge below the city, and played around in the really, really fucking cool playground we'd discovered the day before (seriously, despite my age, I found this playground fucking amazing, it was so much fun!) and enjoying some gelati before going on our way.
We stayed in Lisseu that night, a few kilometres away from Lyon, at an apartment block that took us about five years to find thanks to Google Maps misdirecting.
In the morning we set off back to Spain, and eventually, after 10 hours of jazz and drawing, and a stop at Dali's museum in Figueres (positively amazing, seriously, his artwork is so much more phenomenally beautiful up close than in photograps), we arrived at Casamurada to drop me off with the Cronistes again.
So now I am sitting on the couch, watching the Muse live at Wembley dvd with Joan, Joan and Rose, drinking lots of red wine and enjoying the free life (away from the family, that is). What a wonderful life I live, yet I still wish I was living it in Bendigo. What is wrong with me?!?!
So goodnight dear friends, enjoy Australia and until next time (aka three months from now), I love you dearly.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Hello.
So, I've spent all today walking around Dublin looking for
a black shawl and a trench coat.
Why is it that I find so many other ridiculous things that I don't
want or need, but not the things I'm searching for?
It's like my karma is uber fucked at this point in time.
I expected today would be amazing.
Every night before I go to sleep I just lie there and think
about going home, and doing distance ed, and being with friends,
and being completely responsible for myself, and it makes
me smile, but I don't have the guts to actually just email
Jetset and say, can you get me on a plane home.
I mean, I'm in Europe, and all I'm thinking about it being
home.
Which makes me sound incredibly ungrateful, but I don't even
know whats wrong with me.
I do love Ireland though. The weather is a bit of a pain in the arse,
but my skin is so happy.
And the Irish have such cute accents, and say cute things like, 'Grand'
and 'Trousers'. And they are so kind.
Seriously, have never met such kind people.
I don't know what I'm waiting for.
It's like I want to know where my family is going next,
and then I'll decide where I will go.
Once I get that trench coat I think my head will clear out a bit
for some decision making.
Ha, I sound like such a materialistic fuckhead.
I guess I'm just deterring my mind from making a decision,
because I'm scared I'll regret going home,
but I'm pointlessly miserable so it's a bit of a fucked
situation.
Eh, I don't know!
a black shawl and a trench coat.
Why is it that I find so many other ridiculous things that I don't
want or need, but not the things I'm searching for?
It's like my karma is uber fucked at this point in time.
I expected today would be amazing.
Every night before I go to sleep I just lie there and think
about going home, and doing distance ed, and being with friends,
and being completely responsible for myself, and it makes
me smile, but I don't have the guts to actually just email
Jetset and say, can you get me on a plane home.
I mean, I'm in Europe, and all I'm thinking about it being
home.
Which makes me sound incredibly ungrateful, but I don't even
know whats wrong with me.
I do love Ireland though. The weather is a bit of a pain in the arse,
but my skin is so happy.
And the Irish have such cute accents, and say cute things like, 'Grand'
and 'Trousers'. And they are so kind.
Seriously, have never met such kind people.
I don't know what I'm waiting for.
It's like I want to know where my family is going next,
and then I'll decide where I will go.
Once I get that trench coat I think my head will clear out a bit
for some decision making.
Ha, I sound like such a materialistic fuckhead.
I guess I'm just deterring my mind from making a decision,
because I'm scared I'll regret going home,
but I'm pointlessly miserable so it's a bit of a fucked
situation.
Eh, I don't know!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Espana part I can't remember ...
Hola chicas/os.
It's been a little while since I have updated this delightful blog,
so here goes..
Jeez, um, last time I posted anything I was still in Riopar,
so we stayed there a little longer, doing the same old thing,
before heading up to Dads student Margarits house in
Jumilia. Margarit has a 90 hectare farm and a massive three
storey apartment that she inherited from her parents.
They have both been in her family for a few generations,
and she has offered us the deeds to her farm, because she
has no living relatives to pass it onto once she dies (and shes
70, i think), so we may have a summer house in Spain, depending
on whether my dad accepts the proposal or not.
But its absolutely amazing, and the house is so beautiful and incredibly
old, but has been completely modernized.
We spent the day there, eating a humungous feast, and being fed
mass amounts of alcohol by Margarit, and her buddies, Lola and Maria.
Then walked around the massive farm that has five 400 year old oak trees,
that we all climbed up and around.
Afterwards, we went for amazing wine ice cream in the city, and sat around
eating out massive gelati's, before heading back to the hotel/villa Margarit
has booked for us... It had a pool, and was lovely!
I'm tired, will update more later.
It's been a little while since I have updated this delightful blog,
so here goes..
Jeez, um, last time I posted anything I was still in Riopar,
so we stayed there a little longer, doing the same old thing,
before heading up to Dads student Margarits house in
Jumilia. Margarit has a 90 hectare farm and a massive three
storey apartment that she inherited from her parents.
They have both been in her family for a few generations,
and she has offered us the deeds to her farm, because she
has no living relatives to pass it onto once she dies (and shes
70, i think), so we may have a summer house in Spain, depending
on whether my dad accepts the proposal or not.
But its absolutely amazing, and the house is so beautiful and incredibly
old, but has been completely modernized.
We spent the day there, eating a humungous feast, and being fed
mass amounts of alcohol by Margarit, and her buddies, Lola and Maria.
Then walked around the massive farm that has five 400 year old oak trees,
that we all climbed up and around.
Afterwards, we went for amazing wine ice cream in the city, and sat around
eating out massive gelati's, before heading back to the hotel/villa Margarit
has booked for us... It had a pool, and was lovely!
I'm tired, will update more later.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Espana Part 4.
Hola!
It's three in the afternoon over here, and I woke up an hour ago,
nice and peppy after a beautiful 10 hour sleep (I never get these kinds of sleeps
after partying anymore ...)
So, I had a fun night Friday, went to Barbol with one of Dads students, Havi,
and his friend whose name was uber hard to pronounce, and I actually can't
even remember what it started with, but anywho..
We stayed there for awhile, having shots with the bartender, and Havi's friend
paid for all my beers (i love drunken spaniards) and got quite a few free beers
because everyone here is friends with everyone, therefore people I go out with
are friends with bartenders, therefore I get free drinks...
After sitting around trying to speak a ridiculous combination of pseudo-English
and pseudo-Spanish, drunken Spanglish if you wish, we headed over to the
cowboy bar around the corner, and got more free drinks, and the bartender
let me go behind the bar and check out his music collection, it was fiiiine..
But the Spanglish started to bore me, so I headed home really early (1am) and
slept.
Got up yesterday and wandered about while the fam was in Alcazar (how do you
get the pronunciation Alcarath from Alcazar!?), went and did some emaily shit,
and had coffee with Ed. We talked about the fact that the highest taxed product
in Spain is condoms, and my last night in Australia, and scientology, twas great.
I went home, and then had a yummy dinner of ricotta stuffed mini capsicums,
yum yum yum, and got ready to go out, again.
I headed to Barbol at like, 11, and Ed and Stefan were late, so I sat at the bar,
drinking beers, talking to this guy (whose drunken friends told me sooooooo
many times, 'wapa, wapa!' 'you is b-oooo-teee-fal', wapa means beautiful in Spanish)
who was uber excited to speak English with me, and learning quite a bit whilst
working on helicopters in Germany (how do I meet such interesting people?).
So we talked about surfing, soccer, his wanting to go to Australia, and about his
sisters job as a magicians assistant, oh and tequila.. The bartender helped out
there by saying in Spanish to him, 'She drank a fuckload of tequila last weekend
and lost her ring twice ..' Yay!
Ed and Stefan finally showed up half an hour later and saved me from the throws
of WAPA WAPA, and we grabbed some more beers and headed out onto the patio.
They were in fine form after consuming some Cuban rum (yes, who knew ..) and
we sat outside for awhile, cringing everytime someone opened the door and
Rihanna or Lady Gaga came blasting out, 'PLEASE, DON'T STOP THE MUUUSIC!'.
But, Tocas Miracle came on, and I did have a bit of a dance and sing..
And made a video just to prove that an old eurotech song did play in a european club.
At about 1, after Rosalia and Alli came for a bit, we all headed to the cowboy bar,
and listened to a mix of ACDC, Spanish flamenco music and sixties soul, and danced ourselves
crazy.
Some old guy told Stefan to tell me I was the best dancer he'd ever seen, but he was very
drunk, and obviously hadn't seen many people dance.
I was just teaching Ed how to do the hip bang ..
And more, 'wapa, wapa'! I could take it as a compliment, but all of the guys saying are usually
really fucking pissed, so there vision could be failing them very easily haha.
And then the most amazing thing happened..
A little less conversation had just finished, and we were gearing up for the next song,
when ...
'dne dne dne, At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side, but then I spent so many night thinking how you did me wrong
and I grew strong, and I learnt how to carry on.. etc etc'
It was amazing, amazing, amazing, es stupendo, like, oh, just so beautiful.
I sung along to every last people, completely oblivious to Ed and Stefans laughs,
just enjoying the perfect moment that was that song.
It's funny how you remember the words to songs so much better when you're drunk..
So after a lot more dancing, and a lot more beers (my tolerance of beers is upping at
an extreme rate, I've been on 10 - 12 a night with few spirits in between ..) we decided
to call it a night at 4, coz Ed and Stefan had to trek back up to Stefans mountain house
5 km away, and I wanted to sleep..
So we said our goodbyes, and I got home, popped two Nurofen, drank a lot of water
and had an amazing ten hour sleep.
Again, I love life.
AND I LOVE SMOKING ROLLIES AGAIN! Wapa, wapa..
It's three in the afternoon over here, and I woke up an hour ago,
nice and peppy after a beautiful 10 hour sleep (I never get these kinds of sleeps
after partying anymore ...)
So, I had a fun night Friday, went to Barbol with one of Dads students, Havi,
and his friend whose name was uber hard to pronounce, and I actually can't
even remember what it started with, but anywho..
We stayed there for awhile, having shots with the bartender, and Havi's friend
paid for all my beers (i love drunken spaniards) and got quite a few free beers
because everyone here is friends with everyone, therefore people I go out with
are friends with bartenders, therefore I get free drinks...
After sitting around trying to speak a ridiculous combination of pseudo-English
and pseudo-Spanish, drunken Spanglish if you wish, we headed over to the
cowboy bar around the corner, and got more free drinks, and the bartender
let me go behind the bar and check out his music collection, it was fiiiine..
But the Spanglish started to bore me, so I headed home really early (1am) and
slept.
Got up yesterday and wandered about while the fam was in Alcazar (how do you
get the pronunciation Alcarath from Alcazar!?), went and did some emaily shit,
and had coffee with Ed. We talked about the fact that the highest taxed product
in Spain is condoms, and my last night in Australia, and scientology, twas great.
I went home, and then had a yummy dinner of ricotta stuffed mini capsicums,
yum yum yum, and got ready to go out, again.
I headed to Barbol at like, 11, and Ed and Stefan were late, so I sat at the bar,
drinking beers, talking to this guy (whose drunken friends told me sooooooo
many times, 'wapa, wapa!' 'you is b-oooo-teee-fal', wapa means beautiful in Spanish)
who was uber excited to speak English with me, and learning quite a bit whilst
working on helicopters in Germany (how do I meet such interesting people?).
So we talked about surfing, soccer, his wanting to go to Australia, and about his
sisters job as a magicians assistant, oh and tequila.. The bartender helped out
there by saying in Spanish to him, 'She drank a fuckload of tequila last weekend
and lost her ring twice ..' Yay!
Ed and Stefan finally showed up half an hour later and saved me from the throws
of WAPA WAPA, and we grabbed some more beers and headed out onto the patio.
They were in fine form after consuming some Cuban rum (yes, who knew ..) and
we sat outside for awhile, cringing everytime someone opened the door and
Rihanna or Lady Gaga came blasting out, 'PLEASE, DON'T STOP THE MUUUSIC!'.
But, Tocas Miracle came on, and I did have a bit of a dance and sing..
And made a video just to prove that an old eurotech song did play in a european club.
At about 1, after Rosalia and Alli came for a bit, we all headed to the cowboy bar,
and listened to a mix of ACDC, Spanish flamenco music and sixties soul, and danced ourselves
crazy.
Some old guy told Stefan to tell me I was the best dancer he'd ever seen, but he was very
drunk, and obviously hadn't seen many people dance.
I was just teaching Ed how to do the hip bang ..
And more, 'wapa, wapa'! I could take it as a compliment, but all of the guys saying are usually
really fucking pissed, so there vision could be failing them very easily haha.
And then the most amazing thing happened..
A little less conversation had just finished, and we were gearing up for the next song,
when ...
'dne dne dne, At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side, but then I spent so many night thinking how you did me wrong
and I grew strong, and I learnt how to carry on.. etc etc'
It was amazing, amazing, amazing, es stupendo, like, oh, just so beautiful.
I sung along to every last people, completely oblivious to Ed and Stefans laughs,
just enjoying the perfect moment that was that song.
It's funny how you remember the words to songs so much better when you're drunk..
So after a lot more dancing, and a lot more beers (my tolerance of beers is upping at
an extreme rate, I've been on 10 - 12 a night with few spirits in between ..) we decided
to call it a night at 4, coz Ed and Stefan had to trek back up to Stefans mountain house
5 km away, and I wanted to sleep..
So we said our goodbyes, and I got home, popped two Nurofen, drank a lot of water
and had an amazing ten hour sleep.
Again, I love life.
AND I LOVE SMOKING ROLLIES AGAIN! Wapa, wapa..
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Espana Part 3.
There is seriously nothing for me to write about.
The highlight of my week has been doing South Park jokes
with Pearl, and then mum coming in and telling me to act my age... haha.
I have spent the week avoiding Stefan, making sure I´ve had a coffee from
every cafe in Riopar (yet to find a bad coffee, it´s ridiculous!), and drinking
lots of wine, and beer, and eating lots of food, and walking alot.
It seriously has been that boring.
OH, and watching lots of Gags For Laughs.. because its the only tv show
on here that you don´t need to speak Spanish to understand.
I just bought a 50gram pouch of Drum, and filters, and papers, any one wanna
guess the price?! 5 euros .. yes, that is 8 dollars ish ...
I should just fill up a massive package with pouches, and send it home for when I get
home, would save me, you know ... 200 dollars, maybe even 300..
Considering I buy a pouch every week, thats 22-23 sometimes 27 dollars, plus
filters and papers, so lets say on average I spend 27 - 30 dollars a week..
And I could fit maybe fifteen pouches, maybe even twenty into a package,
that´s ...... (someone who is good at maths please!!) around 500 hundred dollars
worth of pouches for ... 60 bucks?!
Wow.
Anywho, this has been a pointless post, but just updating you ..
I´m going to go roll my first rollie in two weeks..
I love life.
Bell.
The highlight of my week has been doing South Park jokes
with Pearl, and then mum coming in and telling me to act my age... haha.
I have spent the week avoiding Stefan, making sure I´ve had a coffee from
every cafe in Riopar (yet to find a bad coffee, it´s ridiculous!), and drinking
lots of wine, and beer, and eating lots of food, and walking alot.
It seriously has been that boring.
OH, and watching lots of Gags For Laughs.. because its the only tv show
on here that you don´t need to speak Spanish to understand.
I just bought a 50gram pouch of Drum, and filters, and papers, any one wanna
guess the price?! 5 euros .. yes, that is 8 dollars ish ...
I should just fill up a massive package with pouches, and send it home for when I get
home, would save me, you know ... 200 dollars, maybe even 300..
Considering I buy a pouch every week, thats 22-23 sometimes 27 dollars, plus
filters and papers, so lets say on average I spend 27 - 30 dollars a week..
And I could fit maybe fifteen pouches, maybe even twenty into a package,
that´s ...... (someone who is good at maths please!!) around 500 hundred dollars
worth of pouches for ... 60 bucks?!
Wow.
Anywho, this has been a pointless post, but just updating you ..
I´m going to go roll my first rollie in two weeks..
I love life.
Bell.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
This is what Spain did to me last time...
Lols in the air, fourteen year old me.
Beautiful Spanish countryside, view from one of our many balconies.
Studying it up with the siblings.
Now. Trying to pull a MySpace pose and failing.
Two years ago, La Longuera, Spain.
PLAY AEROPLANE, PLAY AEROPLANE!
(My siblings are saying this sober,
they're addicted!)
My hotel room in Alcaraz.
Hhahaha, Pearlie the pin-up.
Empanadas!
On the phone to Al & Em, or Rosie & Lloyd.
Spanish coffee :)
Where is the wi'fi?
The picturesque village of Alcaraz.
Chilly mornings.
Pearlie the hipster.
Sister sister time.
Or as mum likes to say, 'Tullah, git me sum more pitzah!'
'OK, Maria, I git it for you, I git it!
Espana part 2.
I forgot to mention .. yesterday, when we were walking
from the waterfalls down to the carpark, I got stopped
by this Spanish guy who asked to get a photo with me..
It was like deja vu Argentina, when my friend Ariel stopped
me on my way out of our hotel, because he thought I was
Lindsay Lohan...
Do I give off a star vibe? HAHA!
But yeah, last night was uneventful,
sat at home watching the Spanish version of Skins..
then went through every single photo from our last
world tour and got to bed at around 3am..
twas great.
Now I'm still trying to organize the fucking trip to Paris.
TRAVEL AGENT, REPLY!!!!
Posting some photos now!
from the waterfalls down to the carpark, I got stopped
by this Spanish guy who asked to get a photo with me..
It was like deja vu Argentina, when my friend Ariel stopped
me on my way out of our hotel, because he thought I was
Lindsay Lohan...
Do I give off a star vibe? HAHA!
But yeah, last night was uneventful,
sat at home watching the Spanish version of Skins..
then went through every single photo from our last
world tour and got to bed at around 3am..
twas great.
Now I'm still trying to organize the fucking trip to Paris.
TRAVEL AGENT, REPLY!!!!
Posting some photos now!
Espana.
Hola amigos.
Wow, it has now been a week since I left Australia,
exactly seven days, and its been an interesting week to say the least.
We arrived in Alcaraz (Al-car-ath) on the Tuesday, at midnight, and
I had a really, really horrible sleep, tossing and turning, waking up to
try and unblock my nose, and cough up phlegm, it was disgusting.
I got up at eight, and convinced my mother to let me have codeine,
so the pain flew away, but the head cold stayed.
I stayed in bed for most of the time, bored out of my brains, and finally
went out to look around the town, going to what would become my locale cafe,
Bar Tapas, to have coffee, and stopping at a bar to get uber duber duber cheap
cigarettes (3.25€ or $5AUS). It didn't really feel like I was walking that much,
even though I did. The villages in Spain are great, you never get puffed, or tired
because they have been designed for walking, and because everything
is so beautiful, you forget that you have been walking for two hours,
it seems like five minutes.
After exploring, it started to get really cold, so I went back to the apartment,
finding my parents ready to go out again.. so we went to the library to
check emails etc, then out for dinner. The librarian seemed like such a bitch,
she was so snappy, and just snarled at us the whole time.
In Spain, alot of people look down on tourists, get frustrated when we are trying
to speak Spanish etc, like we are just stupid tourists and can't do anything right,
though they are better with Australians than Americans (like most of the world),
but then there are alot of Spaniards who are so polite, and lovely, and excited to
meet a foreigner.
And they eat soooooo much, and so much fatty shit. For dinner, it'll be a salad,
or chips (patata fritas), then a big thing of meat or pasta, then cake or fruit
and icecream, plus tonnes of crap bread, and a lot of wine and beer...
The obesity over here is horrible.
After our lovely dinner, we went back to the hotel (Hostal Los Rosales) and
I watched a film for English (Look Both Ways) and went to sleep around one,
enjoying my first cigarette in nearly three days... hahaha.
I had another night of horrible sleep, tossing and turning, finally waking up at 7,
and unable to go back to sleep.
I was a little better, and kept stuffing the drogas into me, and decided to explore
a little more, going and getting coffee, bored by myself...
Mum and Dad and the kids had gone to Riopar with Richard (the courses organizer),
but I stayed home, not really wanting to go and look at another farm.
When they returned after 8 hours, we got dinner, and went to bed early.
It was that night that I got up to cough up some phlegm, and one piece
was soooooooo big and digusting, it looked like a piece of brain, probably
4cm by 1.5cm, but it unblocked one of my nostrils, so I could breathe kind
of properly again, which was amazing!! I wish I had've taken a picture
to show Em, she would've vomited all over herself!!
Friday was a little more interesting though. Pearl and I decided to have 'sister sister time',
wandering off to get hot chocolates (and coffee for me), calling a few peeps in Aus,
it was so nice to hear my friends voices, I didn't realize I would miss them so much after
so little time, and getting some empanada's for lunch (moi moi bien).
We got back to the hotel to find we were moving over to Riopar, and had got
a nice little 3 bedroom apartment. It was really great to be moving somewhere
different after experiencing all there was to experience in Alcazar,
and Riopar is bigger, and we could finally cook our own food (I was uber excited to
have eggs for breakfast!!).
The apartment is really, really cute. I have a massive bed, a clothes rack, and nice little
windowsill, and lots of cupboard space.
That night we went out for dinner at Hostal Rio Mundos, having this amazing feast,
drinking lots of wine, and being merry..
Richard ordered all the food, and it was absolutely delicious, I have never had such good
Spanish food. Though that may be because we can never read menus, and know carne,
tererne and patata fritas. Ha.
We got home, and everyone went to bed, but I climbed out onto my windowsill,
and did some writing. It was freezing, but so peaceful, apart from the uber loud neighbours
either having a fight or sex .. (Spaniards are quite passionate ...)
I had a great sleep, comfy and warm, waking up to go shopping and get supplies,
and made eggs with tuna, capsicum, olives and cheese with organic rye bread.
It was moi moi bien, and it was so good to have a real cup of tea!
Saturday was mostly uneventful, until later on. I started trying to organize
my trip to Paris to visit Freya, and found European travel prices to be quite
expensive, but I'm still trying! Mum is thinking of roadtripping there with me now.
My mums friend Encarne introduced me to her niece Rosalia, and so we had coffee,
and she invited me to go out clubbing with her and her boyfriend, Jose, that night.
So after dinner (at Hostal Rio Mundo again) I got ready, and went back to Rio Mundo
to have a beer with dads students, Eduardo and Stefan.
We decided to head out at around 11, going to this cowboy bar first, to find another student
of dads absolutely fucking pissed (I don't know how the Spanish do it, they drink all day,
but still manage to live. It's like a country of alcoholics), and the bar practically empty.
So we decided to head out to the club, Barbol, and started by sitting outside drinking
lots of beers (I was having the strongest Spain has to offer, the weaker beers taste like shit,
though it was probably not the best idea in the long run).
(Quick note to Al, Em, Gret: That song, '..put your trust in me, and you will find infinity' just came on the radio, hahahaha gooood tiiimeeezzz bruddazz!)
After Rosalia and Jose turned up, we drank more, getting on to the Jamesons and coke (Rosie,
Jamesons in 9€ over here, thats like 12 bucks!!) and sitting around having all these
weird political conversations, it was like I was stoned or something... haha.
After Ed left at four am, we decided to get on the tequila shots, drinking maybe four too many,
and started to dance. I got up on the podium, and this is where is started to go downhill..
I lost my lonely planet book, and Encarne's dictionary thing that she lent to me, and my silver
and amber ring that I have had my whole life and never take off, and kissed my dads student,
Stefan, who is about two million light years too old for me.
So, from that point on, I really don't remember much, up to walking home, and getting through
the door at 8am to my furious parents, who had been up since 4 worrying about my whereabouts.
I honestly didn't even know my whereabouts after 5-6am until then .. eeek.
But after a few dramas all is fine now, especially after a session in the car with
DC's Seraphim pumped (the only music I have, the best music I could have) and
a few sniffles.
I got up at 1 on Sunday, went and got coffee at Rosalia's dads pub, and hung out with her for
a bit, before going home to sleep at nine..
Today, we went to this amazing waterfall and cascades just out of Riopar. Seeing things
like that really make you appreciate natures wonders.
I haven't really eaten anything in the last two days, apart from a bit of salad, so mum
took us out for lunch, and tried to make me eat, but I really just didn't feel like it.
I've been exercising heaps, and not really feeling like food, all the Spanish food just
makes me feel bloated, but I feel healthier, especially with hardly smoking at all,
and I feel skinnier ... haha, not that I'm trying to become anorexic, smaller portions
of everything just seem better at this point in time (apart from coffee, can you imagine
me not drinking coffee?!?!?! I'd be some uber crazy bitch, without cigs its bad enough,
but coffee as well?! I don't even WANT to think about that .. haha).
But yes, now I am uber excited about potentially going to see Freya's boobies (and Freya)
this week, and parading around Paris with her, but need to find someway of getting to Paris,
with flights being $151 dollars, trains $225, and my mother iffy about leaving dad, but seems
to be getting pretty chummy with the idea of a roadtrip. DC all the way (haha, em & al, thats
all we have been listening to apart from our learn spanish in a day cd, its great!).
I really just want to get out of Riopar, I've kinda been avoiding all of dads course..
Eh, life, life, life, mistakes ...
But otherwise, I'm great, enjoying Europa, missing you guys like fucking crazy,
but great.
Love, love, love,
Bell.
Wow, it has now been a week since I left Australia,
exactly seven days, and its been an interesting week to say the least.
We arrived in Alcaraz (Al-car-ath) on the Tuesday, at midnight, and
I had a really, really horrible sleep, tossing and turning, waking up to
try and unblock my nose, and cough up phlegm, it was disgusting.
I got up at eight, and convinced my mother to let me have codeine,
so the pain flew away, but the head cold stayed.
I stayed in bed for most of the time, bored out of my brains, and finally
went out to look around the town, going to what would become my locale cafe,
Bar Tapas, to have coffee, and stopping at a bar to get uber duber duber cheap
cigarettes (3.25€ or $5AUS). It didn't really feel like I was walking that much,
even though I did. The villages in Spain are great, you never get puffed, or tired
because they have been designed for walking, and because everything
is so beautiful, you forget that you have been walking for two hours,
it seems like five minutes.
After exploring, it started to get really cold, so I went back to the apartment,
finding my parents ready to go out again.. so we went to the library to
check emails etc, then out for dinner. The librarian seemed like such a bitch,
she was so snappy, and just snarled at us the whole time.
In Spain, alot of people look down on tourists, get frustrated when we are trying
to speak Spanish etc, like we are just stupid tourists and can't do anything right,
though they are better with Australians than Americans (like most of the world),
but then there are alot of Spaniards who are so polite, and lovely, and excited to
meet a foreigner.
And they eat soooooo much, and so much fatty shit. For dinner, it'll be a salad,
or chips (patata fritas), then a big thing of meat or pasta, then cake or fruit
and icecream, plus tonnes of crap bread, and a lot of wine and beer...
The obesity over here is horrible.
After our lovely dinner, we went back to the hotel (Hostal Los Rosales) and
I watched a film for English (Look Both Ways) and went to sleep around one,
enjoying my first cigarette in nearly three days... hahaha.
I had another night of horrible sleep, tossing and turning, finally waking up at 7,
and unable to go back to sleep.
I was a little better, and kept stuffing the drogas into me, and decided to explore
a little more, going and getting coffee, bored by myself...
Mum and Dad and the kids had gone to Riopar with Richard (the courses organizer),
but I stayed home, not really wanting to go and look at another farm.
When they returned after 8 hours, we got dinner, and went to bed early.
It was that night that I got up to cough up some phlegm, and one piece
was soooooooo big and digusting, it looked like a piece of brain, probably
4cm by 1.5cm, but it unblocked one of my nostrils, so I could breathe kind
of properly again, which was amazing!! I wish I had've taken a picture
to show Em, she would've vomited all over herself!!
Friday was a little more interesting though. Pearl and I decided to have 'sister sister time',
wandering off to get hot chocolates (and coffee for me), calling a few peeps in Aus,
it was so nice to hear my friends voices, I didn't realize I would miss them so much after
so little time, and getting some empanada's for lunch (moi moi bien).
We got back to the hotel to find we were moving over to Riopar, and had got
a nice little 3 bedroom apartment. It was really great to be moving somewhere
different after experiencing all there was to experience in Alcazar,
and Riopar is bigger, and we could finally cook our own food (I was uber excited to
have eggs for breakfast!!).
The apartment is really, really cute. I have a massive bed, a clothes rack, and nice little
windowsill, and lots of cupboard space.
That night we went out for dinner at Hostal Rio Mundos, having this amazing feast,
drinking lots of wine, and being merry..
Richard ordered all the food, and it was absolutely delicious, I have never had such good
Spanish food. Though that may be because we can never read menus, and know carne,
tererne and patata fritas. Ha.
We got home, and everyone went to bed, but I climbed out onto my windowsill,
and did some writing. It was freezing, but so peaceful, apart from the uber loud neighbours
either having a fight or sex .. (Spaniards are quite passionate ...)
I had a great sleep, comfy and warm, waking up to go shopping and get supplies,
and made eggs with tuna, capsicum, olives and cheese with organic rye bread.
It was moi moi bien, and it was so good to have a real cup of tea!
Saturday was mostly uneventful, until later on. I started trying to organize
my trip to Paris to visit Freya, and found European travel prices to be quite
expensive, but I'm still trying! Mum is thinking of roadtripping there with me now.
My mums friend Encarne introduced me to her niece Rosalia, and so we had coffee,
and she invited me to go out clubbing with her and her boyfriend, Jose, that night.
So after dinner (at Hostal Rio Mundo again) I got ready, and went back to Rio Mundo
to have a beer with dads students, Eduardo and Stefan.
We decided to head out at around 11, going to this cowboy bar first, to find another student
of dads absolutely fucking pissed (I don't know how the Spanish do it, they drink all day,
but still manage to live. It's like a country of alcoholics), and the bar practically empty.
So we decided to head out to the club, Barbol, and started by sitting outside drinking
lots of beers (I was having the strongest Spain has to offer, the weaker beers taste like shit,
though it was probably not the best idea in the long run).
(Quick note to Al, Em, Gret: That song, '..put your trust in me, and you will find infinity' just came on the radio, hahahaha gooood tiiimeeezzz bruddazz!)
After Rosalia and Jose turned up, we drank more, getting on to the Jamesons and coke (Rosie,
Jamesons in 9€ over here, thats like 12 bucks!!) and sitting around having all these
weird political conversations, it was like I was stoned or something... haha.
After Ed left at four am, we decided to get on the tequila shots, drinking maybe four too many,
and started to dance. I got up on the podium, and this is where is started to go downhill..
I lost my lonely planet book, and Encarne's dictionary thing that she lent to me, and my silver
and amber ring that I have had my whole life and never take off, and kissed my dads student,
Stefan, who is about two million light years too old for me.
So, from that point on, I really don't remember much, up to walking home, and getting through
the door at 8am to my furious parents, who had been up since 4 worrying about my whereabouts.
I honestly didn't even know my whereabouts after 5-6am until then .. eeek.
But after a few dramas all is fine now, especially after a session in the car with
DC's Seraphim pumped (the only music I have, the best music I could have) and
a few sniffles.
I got up at 1 on Sunday, went and got coffee at Rosalia's dads pub, and hung out with her for
a bit, before going home to sleep at nine..
Today, we went to this amazing waterfall and cascades just out of Riopar. Seeing things
like that really make you appreciate natures wonders.
I haven't really eaten anything in the last two days, apart from a bit of salad, so mum
took us out for lunch, and tried to make me eat, but I really just didn't feel like it.
I've been exercising heaps, and not really feeling like food, all the Spanish food just
makes me feel bloated, but I feel healthier, especially with hardly smoking at all,
and I feel skinnier ... haha, not that I'm trying to become anorexic, smaller portions
of everything just seem better at this point in time (apart from coffee, can you imagine
me not drinking coffee?!?!?! I'd be some uber crazy bitch, without cigs its bad enough,
but coffee as well?! I don't even WANT to think about that .. haha).
But yes, now I am uber excited about potentially going to see Freya's boobies (and Freya)
this week, and parading around Paris with her, but need to find someway of getting to Paris,
with flights being $151 dollars, trains $225, and my mother iffy about leaving dad, but seems
to be getting pretty chummy with the idea of a roadtrip. DC all the way (haha, em & al, thats
all we have been listening to apart from our learn spanish in a day cd, its great!).
I really just want to get out of Riopar, I've kinda been avoiding all of dads course..
Eh, life, life, life, mistakes ...
But otherwise, I'm great, enjoying Europa, missing you guys like fucking crazy,
but great.
Love, love, love,
Bell.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Travel.
Hola amigos!
I write to you from the Ecologica Centre in Riopa, Albacete.
We have just moved towns, and my nose has just cleared up, so everything is well!
It´s been five days now since I departed from AUS, and a bit has happened,
mostly scatterdness, jetlag and complete sickness, but I shall tell all.
I had a magnificent going away. Al, Em, Meg, Rosie and I all went to Pony for
DC´s gig, and we had a few mishaps on the way, loosing Al´s bumper (lol),
getting lost for two hours in Burwood etc, but had an aaaamazing night.
Had !, and partied on until the early hours, drinking a fuckload of beer, listening to
Indian music in the taxi, Em smoking a joint out the window.. Em also getting punched
by Dale, and bleeding everywhere. The bouncer was uber suss, and asked Em about our,
ah ... intoxication. We mished over to 7/11 many times, and just had an awesome, awesome,
awesome night. Would not have had it any other way. And Al dedicated Aeroplane to me
during their set... yes, tears.
I hopped on the plane the next day at 3.30, not before we drove back out to Burwood,
and drove back to the airport, and got stuck in the parking lot, because we didn´t have
enough money to pay. But, arrived, starving at Tullamarine and had some well deserved
cheeseburgers, before my last cigarette in Australia (painful). Many hugs and kisses later,
I walked through the big iron doors, glancing at my best friends for the last time..
Pete rang just as the plane was about to take off, and I answered, shouting, ´Bye!´and the
air hostess yelled, ´That´s supposed to be turned off´.´ or something ..
I played Aeroplane on my laptop as we took off, and it was the exact ecstacy I´d expected,
tears and all. Though the fact I was gone still had not hit me.
I sat through Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Burn After Reading and Rachael Getting Married on
the eight hour flight to Singapore, dreading the impending combination of scatterdness and jetlag. But it was to come.
We landed smoothly at 9pm in Singapore. I jumped straight for the cafe, grabbing a latte, and hopping on their free internet. I discovered a wonder Australia had not yet introduced to those addicted to nicotine (JUMP ON THE BANDWAGON AUS!!), airport smoking rooms. Unfortunately, this one was placed outside in the absolutely disgusting humid heat, and you would have to be uber desperate to endure that for a fag.
It was four am in Australia when we finally departed. I had falled asleep on the floor, my head on my bag, probably dribbling, when dad woke me up.
We hopped on the plane, and I, very uncomfortably, fell asleep straight away.
When I woke up we were being served foul smelling aeroplane food. I opted for a coffee instead which, though still crap and cheap tasting, was easier to stomach that the other choices.
It was when we arrived in Frankfurt two hours later that I discovered the absolute, utter joy of the sickness awaiting me. Never, ever, ever, ever again.
I seriously felt like death on legs. I could hardly keeps my eyes open, every part of my body was throbbing and aching. I felt like I was going to vomit all the time, and could not stop coughing up phlegm, and my nose was completely blocked. It was the worst thing I have ever experienced, ever. I just felt so unbelievably seedy and disgusting and I just can´t even explain it.
Frankfurt was cute though. Their smoking booths were much more nice. And I had a yummy tomato soup with ciabata.
We waited around for five hours before finally boarded the plane for Madrid, arriving three hours later after what seemed to be a lifetime of travelling.
Two subways, and a lot of walking later, we had our hire car, and were on our way to Alcazar.
But, with my father have no sense of direction, and without a proper map, we got a .. little lost and arrived in Alcazar (on what is supposed to be a two and a half hour journey) five hours later.
Meanwhile, I was in the back burning up, half-asleep on Pearls shoulder, barely able to speak, and trying to keep down the camembert and tomato sandwhich I´d had.
Beautiful, beautiful experience.
Luckily, lovely Elissa and Antonio kept Hostal Los Rosales open for us, and we hopped into our comfy beds (you have no idea how amazing being in a bed was after 37 hours of aeroplane and car sleeping) and went to sleep. I was up every half an hour, spitting out phlegm, unable to breathe, trying to blow my nose, drinking water, before finally waking up at eight to freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing cold rain and hail.
More to come soon ......
Bell xx.
I write to you from the Ecologica Centre in Riopa, Albacete.
We have just moved towns, and my nose has just cleared up, so everything is well!
It´s been five days now since I departed from AUS, and a bit has happened,
mostly scatterdness, jetlag and complete sickness, but I shall tell all.
I had a magnificent going away. Al, Em, Meg, Rosie and I all went to Pony for
DC´s gig, and we had a few mishaps on the way, loosing Al´s bumper (lol),
getting lost for two hours in Burwood etc, but had an aaaamazing night.
Had !, and partied on until the early hours, drinking a fuckload of beer, listening to
Indian music in the taxi, Em smoking a joint out the window.. Em also getting punched
by Dale, and bleeding everywhere. The bouncer was uber suss, and asked Em about our,
ah ... intoxication. We mished over to 7/11 many times, and just had an awesome, awesome,
awesome night. Would not have had it any other way. And Al dedicated Aeroplane to me
during their set... yes, tears.
I hopped on the plane the next day at 3.30, not before we drove back out to Burwood,
and drove back to the airport, and got stuck in the parking lot, because we didn´t have
enough money to pay. But, arrived, starving at Tullamarine and had some well deserved
cheeseburgers, before my last cigarette in Australia (painful). Many hugs and kisses later,
I walked through the big iron doors, glancing at my best friends for the last time..
Pete rang just as the plane was about to take off, and I answered, shouting, ´Bye!´and the
air hostess yelled, ´That´s supposed to be turned off´.´ or something ..
I played Aeroplane on my laptop as we took off, and it was the exact ecstacy I´d expected,
tears and all. Though the fact I was gone still had not hit me.
I sat through Vicky Cristina Barcelona, Burn After Reading and Rachael Getting Married on
the eight hour flight to Singapore, dreading the impending combination of scatterdness and jetlag. But it was to come.
We landed smoothly at 9pm in Singapore. I jumped straight for the cafe, grabbing a latte, and hopping on their free internet. I discovered a wonder Australia had not yet introduced to those addicted to nicotine (JUMP ON THE BANDWAGON AUS!!), airport smoking rooms. Unfortunately, this one was placed outside in the absolutely disgusting humid heat, and you would have to be uber desperate to endure that for a fag.
It was four am in Australia when we finally departed. I had falled asleep on the floor, my head on my bag, probably dribbling, when dad woke me up.
We hopped on the plane, and I, very uncomfortably, fell asleep straight away.
When I woke up we were being served foul smelling aeroplane food. I opted for a coffee instead which, though still crap and cheap tasting, was easier to stomach that the other choices.
It was when we arrived in Frankfurt two hours later that I discovered the absolute, utter joy of the sickness awaiting me. Never, ever, ever, ever again.
I seriously felt like death on legs. I could hardly keeps my eyes open, every part of my body was throbbing and aching. I felt like I was going to vomit all the time, and could not stop coughing up phlegm, and my nose was completely blocked. It was the worst thing I have ever experienced, ever. I just felt so unbelievably seedy and disgusting and I just can´t even explain it.
Frankfurt was cute though. Their smoking booths were much more nice. And I had a yummy tomato soup with ciabata.
We waited around for five hours before finally boarded the plane for Madrid, arriving three hours later after what seemed to be a lifetime of travelling.
Two subways, and a lot of walking later, we had our hire car, and were on our way to Alcazar.
But, with my father have no sense of direction, and without a proper map, we got a .. little lost and arrived in Alcazar (on what is supposed to be a two and a half hour journey) five hours later.
Meanwhile, I was in the back burning up, half-asleep on Pearls shoulder, barely able to speak, and trying to keep down the camembert and tomato sandwhich I´d had.
Beautiful, beautiful experience.
Luckily, lovely Elissa and Antonio kept Hostal Los Rosales open for us, and we hopped into our comfy beds (you have no idea how amazing being in a bed was after 37 hours of aeroplane and car sleeping) and went to sleep. I was up every half an hour, spitting out phlegm, unable to breathe, trying to blow my nose, drinking water, before finally waking up at eight to freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezing cold rain and hail.
More to come soon ......
Bell xx.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Singapore.
Hello, hello, hello dearest friends.
This is only a short post, as Singapores airports fucking internet only allows fifteen minutes of usage,
to let you know I am safe and sound, on the ground, on the Malaysian island.
Flight was fucking horrible, I have never felt so disgusting for so long, and now every single inch of body is strained and aching, and I neeeeeed a massage or something.
Good news, found the smoking lounge, bad news, it's fucking outside in the humid weather.
Fucking hate tropical countries.
Eh, only 14 more hours until I am in Frankfurt, and they will hopefully have a colder smoking lounge.
11 minutes to go - ummmmmmm.
Did I mention I feel like I'm about to collapse?
Ha, nah, I'll be alright, as soon as we get on this fucking jumbo and sleep.
I should have kept that sleeping pill, Al!
I shall give a more in depth post on my last delightful eight hours, and the fourty-eight hours before
that when I arrive in Spain and have proper internet that doesn't run out.
Here's hoping!
Love Bell.
This is only a short post, as Singapores airports fucking internet only allows fifteen minutes of usage,
to let you know I am safe and sound, on the ground, on the Malaysian island.
Flight was fucking horrible, I have never felt so disgusting for so long, and now every single inch of body is strained and aching, and I neeeeeed a massage or something.
Good news, found the smoking lounge, bad news, it's fucking outside in the humid weather.
Fucking hate tropical countries.
Eh, only 14 more hours until I am in Frankfurt, and they will hopefully have a colder smoking lounge.
11 minutes to go - ummmmmmm.
Did I mention I feel like I'm about to collapse?
Ha, nah, I'll be alright, as soon as we get on this fucking jumbo and sleep.
I should have kept that sleeping pill, Al!
I shall give a more in depth post on my last delightful eight hours, and the fourty-eight hours before
that when I arrive in Spain and have proper internet that doesn't run out.
Here's hoping!
Love Bell.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)