Honey, i'm home...
Well, i'm back, after what was possibly the worst water crossing since, well, since never. Brittany Ferries should be damned to the deepest circle of Hell for their incompetence. Anyway, so tell me children, would you care to hear about my little expedition? No? Well, no-ones forcing you to read this, so clear off.
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So, my story begins. After a pretty cool trip (if you can call an 18-hour trip with someones foot lodged about three centimetres away from your right ear cool) we arrive in Santander, which, from the looks of it, is a nice enough city. The shops are alright, and the people were... accepting, given my friends manner of disembarking our coach. You see, there is one of us who is the butt of every joke, this one being to remove his trousers and push him out the back door of the coach, into the middle of a painish street.
Our accomadation was nice, in a little youth hostel called Albereque de Cabarceno (Jesu, sereg and co, please forgive my spelling, i know its bad. Incidentally, what does Albereque mean?), which was really nice. We were about a ten minute drive from one of Europe's biggest wildlife reserves, named Cabarceno. When we visited that place, it was pretty cool. The site had been reclaimed from an old tin mine, which left behind some pretty unique rock formations. If any of you have the chance to go there, i heartily suggest you do. Get a photo of the llama that spat at my friend
We were going to visit the mountain range that we could see from the hostel, but a heavy bout of sickness put paid to that (i did not succumb
). We instead went into Santander (i think
) to see one of the old monarch's summer refuges, which was nice. We also visited the Guggenheim in Bilbao. Now, i'm all for the idea of each to his own, but when someone tries to tell me that two Chinese people eating and egg, kissing, then regurgitating the egg is art, it tends to get on my nerves.
The two concerts the band (not me, the band. I'm a groupie. Or is that roadie? Eh.) were excellent, despite the rock band that accompanied us (Amplified Silence, remeber the name) had some cable problems which resulted in the line "Hardcore soft porn" being screamed out through a small village
. Now we come to returning to the the land of my birth. This may get rude.
Firstly, Brittany Ferries decides to make all the lorry drivers reverse onto the ferry, which takes twice as long and so we leave an hour late. I later heard that this was because the other door of the ferry is stuck; this is, the brand new ferry which had been commissioned about three weeks before. Then we are told that all the people in our group must be assleep by 23:00, despite having paid full adult price for the seats. Our group leader, being a touch pedantic in my opinion, complained blood hard about this, only to be reduced to tears by some idiot Frenchman
(no offense to those present.) This was when i started to get really pissed off, since in my book making women cry is no matter to be taken lightly. Oh, i forget to mention: since we left an hour late, the ferry's engines are being hammered to close the gap with our deadline, so on a perfectly flat sea we are jumping up and down like a bucking bronco. Almost everyone in our party was sick (again, i did not succumb. Yay.), including someone who we learned had glandular fever. This guy had been drinking like a fish for the whole week. For the people who don't know much about the condition, the first thing doctors tell you to do when you are diagnosed is to STOP DRINKING, so when we learned this we were a bit peeved.
When we finally reach Plymouth (i never thought i'd be so happy to see the Three Towers of Swilly) and docked, the icing on the cake occurred. Due to the rolling of the ship, a camper van and its car had been crumpled together in the ship's hold, so much so that both vehicles were write-offs. Insurance claim on the way there.
Erm, thats it really. If you've read the whole thing, you too, like me, have too much time on your hands. To Malchik and Kethruch, with whom i have RP'ing roles waiting, please give me a day or two to sort myself out at home before i re/enter. Hi everyone. Its good to be back.
. We leave on Wednesday, and return on the Tuesday. We're staying in a youth hostel in Santander, visiting the Guggenheim 
Sorry....simple HAD to add that bit.
), and I'm quite surprised with all the stereotypes you've said here about Spain... Well, I can say no inquisition at all (Torquemada is already dead, you know), and no fanatical devotion to the Pope neither... 