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So we´ve left Nice (me and chris) and made it to Barcelona. It sounds easy when you type it like that, but in actuallity it blew. It´s all well worth it though, Barcelona (as far as the city is concerned) is really nice.<br/><br/>

The Nice-Barcelona train is speed bumped with human bodies. True story.

Dustin_keating
2005-12-23 15:28:12

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So we´ve left Nice (me and chris) and made it to Barcelona. It sounds easy when you type it like that, but in actuallity it blew. It´s all well worth it though, Barcelona (as far as the city is concerned) is really nice.

It all starts with our first train from Nice. A connecting train that would stop at the spanish border and allow us to board another train, ultimately headed for Barcelona. Unfortunetly our trains didn´t connect, due to a certain sucidal misfit that decided to jump in front of the train. I dont know his-her name, and i dont know his-her situation. I do however, believe strongly that suicide is selfish...because it made us late, very late...selfish bastard. Honestly, the being late wasn´t really so bad, it´s the missing our hostel availability that really killed us. Fortunetly the hostel receptionist was really nice, and let us use the hostel internet. We spent an hour trying, desperately, to find another hostel but it just wasn´t happening. After too much deliberation Chris and I decided on a 2 star hotel where we would share a bed. The walk was long, tiring and smelly and half way through, we met a distraction. A short, moderately attractive spaniard named Rosa. She asked nicely ¨you looking for hostel?¨, I replied ¨why yes, yes we are¨. Rosa was one sketchy bugger. She led us to an apartment where we were led up some stairs towards a haggard looking door. Inside the room were a couple bunks, a bathroom with no door and shower with no curtain. A sketchy kitchen and no other rooms mates. Not to mention there was no reception what so ever...we just gave rosa the money. This was sketchyness at it´s very finest. But for 20 euro and no where else to go, we said yes...shakily.

The whole night was spent checking on our stuff, and i finally used the steel fishnet contraption to protect our bags. Turns out the place was fine, and by fine i mean our shit didn´t get burgled and we came out alive. We´re now checked into Kabul hostel. A far less shifty and scary place with plenty of people and decent rooms.

We´ve met a bunch of people, namely Dan. Dan sleep one bed across from me and one below chris. We made friends with dan by making fun of him, fortunetly he´s a really cool guy and took it really well. We´ve all been hanging out ever since (only one night and a day). Last night Chris, Dan and I decided we´d explore...and drink. After all, this is barcelona and the monuments play second best to the nightlife. We got some sloppy Kebabs, Tall boy ¨estrella damm¨beer and a lot of walking done. To the gothic quarter, and back. Down la´Rambla´s and into a strip club. Turned around once in the strip club because we realized it was far sleezy for us. I got ¨tagged¨by a hooker...she grabbed on to my arm and wouldn´t let me go until she had her way with me. Fortunetly she had no idea what to do with me once i resumed the fetal position, so she let me go...and i ran...whilst crying...tearing my eyes from there sockets. They just dont make hookers like they used to.

From there we headed to a bar called ¨nuubar¨...namely because we had been hassled numerous times by street advertisers and eventually convinced one to give us free drinks. Once in nuubar we met a narc from pittsburg, ditched him and met up with some autralian girls and some Danish guys. Then made our way to the dance bars (against my will) where i did the unthinkable...danced. And if i could take it back, i would.

Stayed out way to late (3am) and finally crashed back at the hostel, once there everything is a blur until the morning.

That brings us back to now. 7pm at the Kabul computer desk with no plans for the night. But these things always work out. Atleast they have in the past....here´s to hoping.