Crazy hostel

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So here I am just landed in Madrid, it´s 12.15 and have a full day ahead ofme. The first guy I met on my flight is a pensionado of 43 years of age and lives in Panama. He used to own a building company and was doing some real estate business, that kind of business you get killed for in Holland these days, I guess that´s why he lives in Panama now. Gave me some good tips though about travelling in South-America.

Next onwards to the hostel cats, they can´t check me in straight away so I am heading for some food. Sun is shining, find myself a nice restaurant with a terras and have myself some nice fish and a good pint of beer. Life is good!

So checked in. Went to the prado, saw all the goya´s and other famous Spanish painters, which were a bit ruined by the fact that there was millions of high school kids, who weren´t the least interested in art at all.
Then onwards doing the touristy stuff in the centro, walked to the palace and cathedral, inside was boring.

Next I went to have a few drinks ans some tapas in a street which was recommended by a friend. The first bar I went in the staff was so rude, but the crowd really cool, old punks and hipsters all together, so decided to stay. After a girl spilled my beer over me (nice and smelly in the plane) and smashed the glass in the process, the bar staff became even more rude as they thought I had done it myself.
Anyways 4 beers and 4 red wine later I decided it was time for dinner and paid five euros!! as they were to busy hanging out to be so cool, that they never took any notice of what I drunk.

Next onwards across the road, I landed myself in a tapas bar. This wasn´t a hip place, but the staff overly friendly after I explained to them that I was a wine expert, I had to try out their complete selection of white and red wines, all accompanied by the best tapas!

Pretty drunk I went back to the hostal and decided to have one last in the bar. Pints were huge and only one euro. As I lit up my cigarette I was sent downstairs in the cellar as it was only allowed to smoke there. Started talking to some mad swiss guys and some local Spanish who apparently came here to have their daily spliff😊 I couldn´t refuse! More beer was brought in and I went to bad too late.

Unlike I expected of hostals, the dorm was as quite as a mouse. Not a snore, no farting, just complete silence, I´d put in my earplugs anyway.

Next morning when I turned in my key, the guy behind the counter was completely surprised: ´Who gave you this key?´, he said. ´Some other bloke yesterday, who worked after you´, I replied. ´Well you slept in a room only for girls, so you shouldn´t complain😊´, he said smilingly. Now it made sens to my why it was so quite! The only sounds there were probably of me heavily snoring as I had to sleep away all that alcohol!

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Photos

goya
Nicest one I thought of Goya

Cat´s hostal
Guess they were all too stoned to read this

Comments

[Annet]

Tussen de meiden
Tussen de meiden slapen en dat niet in de gaten hebben? Mischa toch! Denk eens wat er had kunnen gebeuren zonder al die drank!

[Joe]

Dat heb jij weer!
Nou Mischa, dat moest jij weer hebben hoor! Ik lees snel verder...