Archive for August, 2003

Farewell Spain, hello errr, ugh, Brisbane

Saturday, August 30th, 2003

My holiday in Spain is coming to an end. I am out of here at 7:30am. Its been great, even if I haven’t been able to fully unwind. I dropped one uni subject yesterday. There was just no way that I was going to pass, so I thought it would be best to fuck if off while I still had the chance.

Today I went to the nude beach again. Managed to burn the fuck out of myself. Since I have been going there, it has provided me with non-stop entertainment. Today was no exception. I was sitting there, having a smoke, looking at this tanned blonde chick. She was kind of strange looking, but she had these huge boobs. I was thinking they had to be fake. They were so round and upright. Then I noticed that her figure was a little strange. I stopped looking at her for a while and then she stood up. Oh my god! She had a dick! Funny town this one.

I sat down with mum and Monty for a while to go through all the old photos. There were so many. It took about 2 hours to get through them all. I have kept some of the better ones so no doubt I will scan them and post them here for the world to see. While we were looking over the photos, mum said that she could smell cigarette smoke. I hadn’t had one for a few hours, Monty hadn’t for about 25 minutes. Monty then wandered off to the office where the smell of smoke was even stronger.

Oh fuck the ash tray!

This was a serious ash tray fire. Thick black smoke was bellowing out of it, filling the street with the foul stench that only a weeks worth of burning cigarette filters can provide. Monty poured a bottle of water over it. Disaster avoided, what a fucking mess.

Time to go to sleep. See you all back in Australia

Yeh who really cares anyway

Wednesday, August 27th, 2003

Nothing much is news here. I just got back from the beach and I’m waiting for it to cool down a little before I go into Barcelona to make some senseless purchases.

The trip up to the Costa Brava was quite good. I took some photos of the hotel, some village in the middle of nowhere that was in ruins until a designer from Tiffany’s bought and restored it, and a restaurant where we had dinner. The hotel looked good but the service was really crap. Monty and I went to get a drink at the bar at 11:30pm and it was already closed. Keep in mind that this is peek season for tourism in Spain and most people don’t eat dinner here until 10:30pm.

I was back at the nude beach again today and there was a bit of entertainment provided. I didn’t dare go and see what was going on. There was some crazed Spaniard, with his shorts on running round the beach screaming at some people. He even walked up to some old lady who also had her bathers on and grabbed her tit and pulled it really hard. Eventually the lifeguard called the cops and they managed to calm the prick down. Would love to know what was going on, then again, it’s probably best that I don’t.

Holiday update

Sunday, August 24th, 2003

I haven’t had much of a holiday yet. Even though I haven’t been doing much work or study, it feels like I have been. I am also stressed out about everything that is waiting for me when I return to Australia (well not quite everything :) ). Not doing much other than eating, drinking and working on the skin cancer.

Today I finished reading a book called ONE NO, MANY YESES by Paul Kingsnorth. It would have to be the best book on the global resistance movement that I have ever read and will no doubt change my life and the way I go about consuming. If any have ever though that the was of the world are not quite right, or you just want to know what all these anti-globalisation (a bad name in my opinion) people are on about, then you should read this book. Another world is possible.

Today was also the first big day of the Festa Major in Sitges. The events today included a street parade with lots of music and dancing typical to the area. At 11pm they had a 30-minute fireworks display and certainly puts anything I have seen anywhere else to shame. The fact that we have a perfect view of it from the terrace at mum´s apartment helps. I saw the fireworks here in 1994. However, apparently that was not a good year as the fireworks factory caught on fire and exploded only a month earlier. At 6am, I will be woken by the sound of crazy drunken people running down the streets with dragons covered in fireworks. Sounds like i’m tripping? Take a look at these photos from a similar festival last year.

Tomorrow the family and I are off to a hotel near the coast north of Barcelona. Check it out. Should be a good opportunity to get away from computer. I am also going to try and stop smoking. Still can’t believe that I started again.

I guess that’s it for now. Nothing too deep and meaningless for you :)

The full monty

Saturday, August 23rd, 2003

Yes, i did it. I made it to the nude beach and my ass isn’t burnt. I felt a bit uncomfortable for a while because of my small penis, but soon enough, someone with a smaller penis than mine turned up and I managed to relax a little. God it was fun going for a swim.

I will say one thing. While the spanish beaches are nice. The sun is nowhere near as harsh as Australian beaches and the water is nice and calm, there is no fucking room to move with all the people. There I was, reading my book, minding my own business. Im getting a little thirsty so i look up and try to grab my water. To my suprise there was a shaven cunt within about 40cm of my face. Almost pissed myself laughing. Give me some breathing space people!

Friday, August 22nd, 2003

http://www.abc.net.au/news/indepth/featureitems/s925013.htm

I came across this little gem yesterday while I was checking what was happening back home. Once again, we have proof that Americans are truly stupid. They have started selling a magazine called Hi, to improve the image of America in the Middle East. While I haven’t been able to read a copy of it (Unfortunately it isn’t sold in Spain, and I can’t read Arabic), but it basically looks like Americans gloating about how great it is to live in America. Sounds like a call to the disaffected of the world to take what they can’t have.

Hi sells for about $2 per copy and is available at newsstands in Algeria, Bahrain, Egypt, Israel, Jordan, Kuwait, Lebanon, Morocco, Oman, the Palestinian territories, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Sudan, Syria, Tunisia, the United Arab Emirates, Yemen as well as Cyprus and Greece.

Considering 2.8 billion people in the world, around half the worlds population, live on less than $2 a day, you can assume that a few of them are going to be living in these countries. A days earnings is a high price to pay to read about how you are subsidising the lifestyle of those in the ‘land of the free’.

What the fuck are they thinking.

“The United States doesn’t have a marketing problem, it has a reality problem” - Naomi Klein


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