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Europe » Spain » Canary Islands » Tenerife July 30th 1997

Sleep was difficult that first night, the serenading continued for an impressive few hours, fueled by Alcopops and the occasional flash from wideboy, i have a feeling he has no boundries, cracking, i share a room with him.. we went out that night, myself ginge and wideboy ran out of our room, hoping to put some distance between us, the cockroaches(not the the girls across the vista) and the alluring brown decor.. to the other lads flat, white walls, view of an actual garden, english translation not spanish, tiled floors, shower that works and light, i knew i should have paid more attention to the ceefax page which we booked our holiday from. how remiss of myself, let me introduce my traveling companions, ginge, dipper (dear reader dipper is also 7up, his nickname will change as ... read more

Europe » Spain » Canary Islands » Tenerife July 29th 1997

As we rolled on throught the countryside of tenerife, past los christanos, past the pub that my dad allegedly ran off to, head down, theyll be a bar bill in their with my name on it no doubt, always could rely on him for that. into las americas, somehow the islands authorities have managed to come up with a name that drums up comparisons to las vegas, desert town with bright lights, dreams and adventures, cocktails and gambling, fortunes made and fortunes lost..clever marketing that.. las americas, bright lights, slight smell of vomit, Wiagn pier pub, high rise buildings, england flags and ireland flans next to each other on the 37th floor or casa dona lola hotel, thought about the irony of those 2 flags co habititng with each other, but then i realised that words ... read more

Europe » Spain » Canary Islands » Tenerife July 29th 1997

So this is where it really began, this is where i first recieved the bite of the unwelcomed travel bug..further reflection will also show this is where i recieved my first bit of an infected mosquito, soaked with drunken scottish blood from the bloke next door i imagine, as well as my first sight of a ginger man at full erect first thing in the morning singing Bros tunes in the shower..a momentous holiday i think we can all agree let me explain how i got here, some of you might have read about wideboy inviting me on holiday with him and my moment of weakness and saying yes..i think in part it was down to me still working to work out if bears actually shat in trees, must check our bear ghrylls on bbc 2 ... read more

Europe » Spain » District of Madrid » Madrid June 4th 1997

I'm usually not the sophisticated culture buff, trying my best to stay clear of museums and such. But I have some time to kill in Madrid, the home of some of the finest art museums in the world. And, since my student ID gets me in for free, what the hell...? My choice is Museo Del Prado, one of three world-class art establishments in the city. The choice is mostly based on the fact that this is where the classical art hangs. Paintings you can actually determine what they are portraying, as opposed to "modern" art. Picasso fans, do not bother here... There certainly are a vast number of paintings. Probably a very impressive collection, had I been better versed in the area. My hope is to find the work of Goya, one of few Spanish ... read more

Europe » Spain » Andalusia » Málaga May 12th 1997

There are beggars, and there are beggars. The reasons for begging for money are endless, and not really of interest for the people being bothered. But there are the kind of beggars that aggressively bug you for money or other valuables. They use an approaching "sales" technique, running all over the place asking for donations. Returning like boomerangs they tend to annoy the hell out of Everyday Joe. Then there are the beggars who stand still on a street corner, sit on a staircase, etc, with a little container in form of a hat, bag, or whatever where people can toss them a coin. The Man with the Cats is a schoolbook example of the latter type. Standing across the street from the little bar, on the same spot on the same staircase. Every day of ... read more

Europe » Spain » Andalusia » Málaga May 10th 1997

There was a time, not too long ago, when people did not have access to or use the communication technology that we today could not (seemingly) possibly live without. Before the breakthrough of the World Wide Web, mobile telephony, SMS, instant messaging, email, digital cameras, Ipods, DVD, or what have you…That was the case for the class of 1996/1997 in Malaga, Spain. Using the Internet basically meant calling the main campus - obviously in Spanish - to make a reservation to use a computer with a insanely slow dial-up connection. Useful for finding information, useless for communicating - nobody had an email address anyway… Few people owned mobile telephones. Making phone calls to the homeland was indeed possible, but the roaming charges were astronomical….Even fewer people owned landphones, and those who did were restricted to incoming ... read more

Europe » Spain » Andalusia » Málaga April 22nd 1997

The concept of a shot bar is really brilliant. A small venue, merely a room, with cheap shots up for grabs by the audience. The list of available drinks is displayed over the bar. This particular "chupito bar" is named Punto y Coma and is strategically located at the center of Malaga. It attracts the better part of the international student crowd. Despite the crowded atmosphere in the narrow alley, it's a good choice for complementing the buzz from the pre-party, before going to the nightclub of choice. The shot list at "Punto" is rather impressive; very extensive and with names and drink combinations certainly inviting for a try. Everything from simple vodka shots to complex absinthe mixes. After knowing the cool bartenders - the beautiful Eva and slightly gay Manolo (or something) - shots "off ... read more

Europe » Spain » Andalusia » Málaga April 11th 1997

Amazingly I had to be talked into going to see Laura. Ms. Pausini was to perform at Plaza del Toros - the bullfight arena - in Malaga. Two blocks from my apartment. At completely affordable ticket prices. And the cute girl had to nag on me to come...Finally we're there, moving around, forward, towards decent seats. The arena is not packed, but yet far from empty. The concert turns out to be something else. I don't recognize many of the songs, but with a voice not at all inferior to that of Celine Dion, the little Italian girl rocks. Big time. On top of that, it's her daddy's birthday. She brings him up on stage, and to use a cliché - the crowd goes wild: "Torero, torero, torero". Not sure he's really a bull-fighter, but in ... read more

Europe » Spain » Andalusia » Tarifa March 31st 1997

Traveling by boat is one of my favorite ways of travel. Don’t know exactly why, but I have always found the big blue fascinating. The ferry ride between Tarifa, Spain and Tangier, Morocco is trafficking a route where the Mediterranean Sea meets the Atlantic Ocean. Makes the ride a bit rocky, when two large oceans come together in one strait, fighting for space when the Mediterranean wants out and the Atlantic wants in. The rocky kind of ride that cause a large proportion of the passengers to feel very sick, completely unable to enjoy the ride to any extent, only wishing to set their feet on dry land. Seasickness however does not become me, it takes more than a wave - even if the waves in this case are rather big and frequent - to throw ... read more

Europe » Spain » Andalusia » Córdoba March 29th 1997

We’re on our way back to the little hotel when we notice the party in the backyard. Of course we enter. There are lots of people. It’s some kind of ceremony. Children walk up on a small stage and receive awards of some kind. We have no clue what this event is all about. We don’t really care. It’s nice, and we clap along when the crowd does. Nobody seem to notice us. Rather peculiar, considering I’m by far the tallest guy there, and my friend is by far the blondest girl there. Food is served. We help ourselves. Still nobody seem to take any notice of us. Or, maybe they do, maybe this is Spanish hospitality….Needless to say, we leave unnoticed…... read more




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