Out of London!
I´m free! No more London, no more Englishes businessmen goudging me for money I don´t have, no more taxi drivers saying "Oh yeah, I´ll wait, no problem *adds 10 pounds to the tab, THEN adds a manditory tip*".
Man, where I´m from, when the taxi driver fucks you like that you jsut run out of the taxi. I dunno what it´s like in London though so I just took it. :(
Anyways, we met up with Steph Webb last night, awesome meal, good conversation, all that... Then we started discussing ways to get to Paris. Now, last minute ways from London to Paris arent cheap, unless you bus for 12 hours, but... fuck that. So, Steph looke donline for tickets, all that, and was naming options, and out of no where, Barcelona came up. And common, who dones´t wannt go to Barcelona. Well, aparently Mayo and Tyler don´t, so they´re in southern France right now (Marceis, or Marcais, or macrielle or something.) I on the other hand, am so many hundreds of km away in Barcelona. And man, it´s beautiful.
The city is gorgious, it´s warm, all the girls are beautiful, the prices are resonable, and everyone speaks a language I don´t know.
haha, took so long to jsut find this internet cafe. Now I gotta try and find a hostle or a ticket out of here or something. I just want to leave my stuff somewhere so I can walk around exploring without killing my back. it´s awesome here.
I would usually include pictures, but I seem to have lost my camera cord :(
posted by Matt @ 6:59 a.m.
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Sweet man, you're in Spain. Fuckin' awesome. But with the detour you've taken, how are you getting to Holland or where ever to meet back up with Mayo and Tyler?
haha.. About Holland.... Not really sure if we're gonna make it there.
Even though we told the two people we flew up with that we'd see them on the 15th in Holland.........
We'll see what happens. The way I see it, I didn't expect to be in Barcilona, and I am, now I don't expect to see Holland, so it might happen. Seems like what I expect has no bearing on what does happen.
Hey, I've been meaning to ask; how's the Maple Leaf I drew on your backpack in crayon holding up?
No ones reconginwed it yet. Sorry Dom.
But I'm running into a lot of Canadians.
haha, the hostle lady told me she was surprised I spoke english because the other quebecers didn't, I told her that they were probably just big anal liars.
Yeah, I find a lot of Quebecers lie with big anuses.
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