BARCA

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Sipping Sangria by day, and sculling it by night meant my planned detox and liver cleanse would have to be put on ice until I was out of the fast paced, but ultra cool, Barcelona. A city that would spell the perfect end to five weeks on the road.

Since parting company with Jonesy and the cash strapped other, both Azz and I had shared many of our travelling responsibilities. But, as a general rule - Azz was in charge of movements by day, and (more importantly) I was held responsible for our actions come nightfall. However, on one particular night in Barcelona Azz insisted the nights itinerary include a Flamenco Show. Thats right, you read correctly - a Flamenco Show. An idea, that I intially thought was rather homosexual. Alas, upon gingerly taking my seat, I quickly learnt that it was not so much the high energy of the show that captured my imagination; nor was it the unique talent that these performers possessed; it was more that 90% of the audience was made up of festive female tourists intent on having a good time.

Come morning the beach was again where it was at, and dark-lensed glasses were a mans best friend - not only to hide the weary eye, but the wandering one as well.

Be it lazing around the waterfront, or travelling from one side of the city to the other via Cable Car. Shopping in boutique heaven, to winding your way up the Las Rambles by night. Barcelona was very cool. In fact, it was one wild party that could have gone on for much longer. But with funds low, and school about to go back in, it was time to return home... only this time to London.

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Photos

Cathedral
Spectacularly unfinished

Azz in his Purchase
Me with Azz and his purcahse

Statue of Colon
Rectum?

Flamenco
Heterosexually sound

Hey
Work this one out

Ronaldin-who
Azz's £120 Barcelona purchase... random.

Olympia 1992
Which wasn't that impressive