Day One - Barcelona
Arrived in Barcelona expecting a chaffuer to be waiting in his limousine ready to take us to our five star apartment, what we got was an hour long wait and some madman who weaved in and out of the traffic as if he only had minutes to live. Arriving at the flat in record time, it was a most pleasing sight and smack bang in the middle of the old town.
After a few minutes rest, Paul heard his stomach rumbling and thought that it was about time to get some food. After a bit of wandering, we chose cafe next to the old cathedral and that served excellent paella, Joe thought that that was far too foriegn for him and decided to eat the traditional English food of Spaghetti.
Paul wanted to see the Sagrada Familia, we took the tube and so that we could sit and gaze and fully appreciate this awesome site we required a nice drink of San Miguel (much to Mr Buntings disgust) in a cafe across the street from it.
Some time in the early evening Joe and Paul decided that they needed a nice little siesta where as for Phil and I it was time to wind up for the evening and headed (slowly) for Las Ramblas. Aafter drinking in a few bars Phil had a call from Joe to find out where we were, we gave him the information but also said that it was not too good and that we would be finding something better and give futher instructions.
On reaching Paddy O'Murphys Irish Bar (nice pint of Bombadier) we gave exact instructions, walk up Las Ramblas from the harbour until you see a big sign that says MUSEU D'ART CONTEMPORANI DE BARCELONA at this sign turn left until you see the museum at which point to your right you will see a graffitti wall with people spraying on it, walk past this till you get to the end of the road then turn right and in front of you is the bar, not too difficult. Paul and Joe walked to the Maritime Museum turned left saw some graffitti on a wall and turned left again. A couple of hours later Phil and I decided that we should find the others and did very easily because we can follow instructions.
There was a very amusing Aussie barman in the Irish bar with Wolverine style sideburns who had big muscles and appeared to be flexing them at every opportunity. Phil said he thought that he was gay and could beat him in a fight any day of the week.
The rest if the evening consisted of consuming lots of lager in the bars around the Old Town, Paul buying some fake CD's of a pregnant chinese lady , eating nice pizza, myself stupidly drunk and looking at some very lovely ladies.
Joe was sick.
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