Ill just slap some pictures here, ill stick to the ones i think is fun. Though some of the fun is fun that for one reason or the other, should not be photographed and put on the internet, so none of that.
This is Spain. We just landed at the airport near Barcelona and are sitting on the buss. Fucking cool mountains! Really dry land though, partially dessert. Kind of got me thinking about all those spagetti westerns being shot in Spain in the 50s to 80s.
Here is the first meal we ate in Spain. I wont bother you with any details about what we ate every dinner, but it was at around 5 euros, home cooked arabic lamb with vegetables, right on! Not so spicy though this time. The woman at the counter looked truly loving, i can still remember those sparkling eyes. She had her kid there running around in the restaurant.
I dunno if this place is all to interesting, a shopping mall in Barcelona. The sound was horrifying, only stone walls and floor and nothing to dampen the high pitch Spanish voices bouncing around. But what i find interesting about the picture is the blurred motion as those two kids move past, looks kinda cool. We where trying to buy some short pants (we where lacking one pair). It seemes those where out of season and the autumn collections where already in, so we had to settle for a shitty pair with no pockets.
The restaurant menu at the hostel in Spain. Pretty self explanatory, and given that its only that, a menu, its not very interesting. But i find it interesting how friggin cheap the booze is. Im sounding like a tourist... Well anyway there where some pretty cool australians being stranded outside of the hostel one night. "Stranded" like they didnt know what the hell they where doing... It seemed they just ate chemicals instead of food. Well had to show them a few drawings while they tried to find theyre ass and pills. One of them thought she would have her way with one of my most treasured drawings, put down at least 15 hours of hard work on that thing! Madness i say. But finally she grasped the significance of her misstake...or something i dont fucking know. The day after those people had no juice left in them. We where hungover but thats ok because alchohol didnt feel that important to us.
These are taken couple of metres from the hostel, so its where those australians where standing around at five in the morning.
Graffitti and facade art of Barcelona, ill give these some big space. Very significant element of the journey (for me).
Maybe you see this is Jim Morrison of The doors? Well its in a metal/rock club in Barcelona. It was like 5 of them on the same street, lots of people age 18-30 ish outside just sitting around listening to music and drinking beer. Inside these places there where only like 20 people but they seemed all nice and fun, no angry faces, just plain old fun. We didnt get into any advanced metaphysical discussions on these places though. The toilett looked just fucking trashed so i had to photo that as i went for a leak. (Fucking) drunk as i was, my camera technique is dazzling...Not... Well after about a dussin beer i was really drunk, i do remember that clearly. Thats when we started drinking Malibu and coke. I was to drunk to protest. Things got a little hazy from there . I do remember on the way home i jumped a fence and pissed on some bushes beside some sort of office building. When i was done, my friend did the same, but the guard got out and was very polite to explain that this was not the ideal place for very drunk swedish people to piss at. Well as seen in the last picture, we had a lot of fun on the way home, which i remember most of. What is perhaps interesting with this is that we managed to get home that night, walking through Barcelona the whole way back to the Hostel. I dont know why we didnt take a cab? Maybe to stupid to think? Well actually, this was the the first of only two alchol binges on this trip. Alchol is dangerous.
Look, see how dangerous that stuff is? And at 1.5 to 2.5 euro, that danger is not decreasing.
This is the second night in Barcelona. We met up with a friend of a friend, and old roleplayer dude that moved to this warm place a while back. We munched on some fine mexican grub while nocking back a pair of mohitos each, really great mohitos, with like A BUNCH of mint in them. Well i was drawing after we ate and one of the waitress (cute) took an interest. She was NOT good at english though, but it was cool to make her smile. After that we bought some 1 litre beer bottles, just like the ones in those australian gang ghetto movies. My friends friend knew about a party so we went there but had to stick around outside for a bit so we just sat on the street drinking beer, like i had seen a lot of people doing here, even though the cops are driving by. And a lot of people smoked weed and hasch all over the place, the cops not even eyeing them. Later we even talked to one of the hostel people who told us some of the cops smoke weed on duty. I digress...
We where drinking beer on the street and finally we got in at that party, about 7 people sitting around not talking so much. There where two other swedes there so when the dude who owned the placed got his nose a little to deep into the bag of coke, he got the jitters and thought we where aliens or some weird fucking cult coming to rape him or something i dont fucking know, we banded with those two and got back to the street.
Things turned out something like this in the following hours:
And then we went to a house club that looked like this walking into it. Drinks where fucking expensive, but at least one of these new friends had some kind pass to get us in below the 15 euro admission or what ever it was. As i was drawing upstairs where they played rock some dudes really took a liking to what they saw. But it wasnt like i could talk to them in there, so i just put up a few more drawings for them to see. Oh by the way, ill make posts with the drawings of the whole trip, so youll get a realistic and the artistic side of the journey.
Thats what the room looked like at the Hostel, nothing to complain about i would say. Think it was around 25 e/day/person. And also, i do sleep:
And sometimes when i wake up, im not in the mood for bullshit and thats what i look like at those times. I think my head was hurting a tad bit, we didnt drink a whole lot though that second night.
And thats the kind of food i like when im not in the mood for bullshit, a simple arabic soup and... forgot what that bread was called but it was super! Anyway it was like 3.5 euros or something, totally worth it!
This is fascinating, the salt in the air erodes the limestone that is used as mortar. They put limestone in the mortar since its less expensive then concrete. Well those bricks almost looks like they are going to come out of that wall any time now!
But you know... Thats a flat characterization, let me give it some twist.
When they are at home, those americans assholes are just another asshole in a bunch of assholes floating around in a sea of shit, so nothing will be out of the ordinary as long as things stay that way. Of course, things wont stay that way for very long, but thats another chapter.
The marocan drug dealers wont stab you, unless you piss them off in any way of course. And they wont ever rip you off as long as you think its okay to pay couple of hundred euros for a gram of detergent, or 10 euros for a piece of goat poo. On the other hand you could score just what you are looking for.
The pickpockets will not steal from you, if they cant reach your money, or if you rolled it up in a steel tube, welded it shut and had it implanted in your abdomen. But they will probably try it even if you go to such lengths to protect a fiat asset.
Whores are people too, just really desperate and heroin addicted people. If i could save them all i would, if i could give them the love they never got from home, i would. If i could die so they would live sensibly, i would. But thats not how it works, is it? My love means nothing, its a wretched misunderstood or at least totally irrelevant concept in this decaying hellhole of a world.
That dog we saw looked really cruel, its face was all "Imma fuck yo shit up niggah!" The woman tending it looked small enough (or the dog looked big enough) for her to be able to ride it. People shouldnt have pets the size of small tanks, thats just fucking scary.
Oh sorry, think i got a little misantropic there, ill balance it out with some hippie shit later OK?
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