Posts tagged as 'spain'

Las Fallas Fellas Part 3: “Have you checked in his sock?”

The end is in sight amigos. We are but a couple of days away from our flight back to Blighty. You join us in our apartment in Valencia on a Wednesday night following a day of dossing about in the sun. Be sure to check out part one and two to ensure you’re up to speed on our shenanigans.   It was time for dinner, something that we all very much enjoyed. Showered and refreshed, we headed to a Tapas bar we had recommended to us, that we had tried and failed to be seated at on two nights previously. A short walk away, we soon realised that we were out of luck once more. As we gathered outside in a huff, scratching our heads at the prospect of finding somewhere half decent without a knowledge of just about anything. Then Luna, our apartment rep walked around the corner and took us ...

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Las Fallas Fellas Part 2: “Bloody hell you look wonky.”

You join us a few days into our Valencian vacation. We’d already drank enough for a lifetime and I’d broken a radiator. For more information, you should read up here. Now, where were we...   As we were on the morning of Tuesday, we realised this was the last possible day we could catch the Mascletta and so we had our alarms set for half past eleven to beat the crowds. However, it was already half past eight and, instead of getting three hours kip and refusing to get up, a couple of us decided to just battle through and stay up. We'd soon have it proved to us, if our birth certificates couldn't have confirmed this already, that we weren't eighteen any more. I attempted to try and kill some time and document some of this blog but, due to the amount of juniper-based spirit still running riot in my system, ...

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Las Fallas Fellas Part 1: “My chaperone’s radiator blues.”

It had been just over a year since our last visit to Valencia, and we were about to return with a vengeance. There were a few noticeable differences between this excursion and the former, including the line-up. This year, it was just us gents. Whilst this was nice in theory, we hadn't quite worked out whether we would actually make it home alive; due to both the lack of female restraint and also that we were visiting Valencia during Las Fallas. This is a festival that we didn't know a great deal about other than a few YouTube videos we'd seen. Each of these videos had epic orchestral Band of Brothers style soundtracks and seemed to consist entirely of exploding firecrackers, and swathes of people losing their shit. It was like Bastogne without the bloodshed. But that's all we knew. We were going to a city where everyone wants to ...

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Valencia ahoy! Part 3: “I’d Tapas That.”

Cor, is this thing still going? Haven’t we reached the end yet? This has evolved into an arduous novel. Like a government dossier; when the proposal is drawn up it seems entirely necessary, if not vital. However as the project draws to a close it becomes apparent that nobody is going to pay attention to it, and a chemical weapons expert may mysteriously die. Well, I say mysterious, he probably got bashed and smashed by our friend Foon who is somehow still alive in this final episode of Valencia Ahoy! In part one (click here!) we arrived in this glorious city and set up running jokes about our friends bashing and smashing, saw some touristy bits (well, one or two) and got drunk. In part two (click here!), we got hammered some more (Foon got smashed instead) and we wept our way through a gruelling hangover. This was becoming a theme. You ...

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Valencia ahoy! Part 2: “That Had A Computer In It.”

Hello again you cheeky chaps and chaplets (and chaplains, if there are any amongst you, however if you’re wearing shotgun chaps you can gtfo.) You’ve arrived back here for part two of our European adventure, and just in time, too! (I don’t know what that means or implies.) In part one (click here!) we arrived in Valencia, went out on the immediate lash, wallowed in self-pity, went to the Botanical gardens, ordered too much food accidentally, and visited the science museum. You join us at around 6pm on the Saturday, my birthday (irrelevant), following our cold and blustery walk back from the science museum. As soon as we had made it back to the hostel, shit hit the fan. There was a sleeping bag on the bed above Foon. I’ve never seen him bash and smash so angrily. He was flipping beds over and even threw Charlie through a window. Up ...

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Valencia ahoy! Part 1: Aseos Buenos!

I had been waiting for this week for quite a while now. Everyone loves going on holiday, even if it's just for a few days, and I am no exception. You can usually tell when someone at work is going to another country a few degrees warmer than Britain in the next couple of weeks; because they fall into a trance. Nothing is their problem, they “can't start anything new” and “just have to tie off some loose ends” - which essentially means doing bugger all bar daydreaming about their upcoming venture and trying to drop it into conversation wherever possible. It gets to the point that your co-workers are probably more excited that you're going on holiday than you are. I wriggled through London on the tube and out to Gatwick on the train to meet my pals who had clambered out of deepest darkest Swindon. We were off to ...

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