Yon Voyage!: In Spain in the membrane #1.

Hola friends!

My, my, my what an amazing week i've been having. Barcelona is a truly phenomenal city more amazing then anywhere else I've been (especially Morocco).

But I'm nowhere near Barcelona yet as far as photos are concerned. So I'm going to do a double city post this time.. Madrid and Valencia. I'm currently back to a full bill of health (finally) but sadly, the first few days in Madrid were spent in bed crying(maybe).

So let's get the ball rolling.

When I finally hit the streets the first thing I noticed is the inconspicuousness of the sex shops.

Second thing was that there is a fuck load of tapas bars, everywhere! Every second block had a tapas bar on the corner. This one was across the road from our hostel. The roof is literally lined with proscuitto. Someone please show my dad this photo.

Spain never fails to deliver the goods as far as statues are concerned. I've decided some heroes of Australian history need to be honored in statue form. Imagine driving through a round-about that featured a giant statue of Daryl Somers or Steve Irwin.. Michael Phelps with a loaded bong or that bitch who ate her baby and then blamed it on the dingo. How alive would it make the cities?!?!?!

This shop was gnarley!

Sometimes you have a little chat with yourself as to whether or not you should take a photo.. Other times you just take the photo!

This billboard is in the center of town.. Everytime I walked passed I would say under my breath, "Hola Tio Pepe." And I swear once, when no one else was there, Tio Pepe took his hat off, winked and said, "Hola Yonny!" No lie...(slight lie)

Ghetto.

Good heads all round.

Andy/Digla?

This lollypop was connected to an arm which, was connected to a naked lady and all i took a photo of was the lollypop.

Warhol 1, 2 step.

Tired (lol)

I will have a room in my house like this one day.

Awesome.

Photo of photos #2

Friends.

WARNING: I went to a bull fight.. There is nothing graphic I just thought i'd let you know.

Old man.

Arena.

Pink = girly.. Not always.

How to dispose of a body.

Step #1: Create a diversion.

Step #2: Remove the body.

Step #3: Clean up any evidence.

Step #4: Pretend nothing happened.

I didn't really enjoy seeing a bull get killed but I did enjoy the watching the matador's strut with such arrogance.. It was pretty baller.

Unfortunately, we didn't see anyone get gored.

That was really it for Madrid I know.. lame. But hey I was sick!

Valencia, we were only there for about 3 days, but one of those 3 was spent heading to La Tomatina which, if you didn't know, is the worlds biggest food fight. Food of choice is tomatoes. Once a year 20,000 people, a fuckload of which were Aussies, head to a little town called Bunyol in order to throw tons and tons of tomatoes at each other for an hour between 11 and 12. Now I don't have a waterproof camera and the idea is go in with nothing come out with less then nothing so I stole this photo of a website for the purpose of a visual and we're going to pretend that the person with the blue star around their head is me.

It was one of the most awesome things I have ever done in my life. We walked down to the main strip in order to get a good spot. Started with 20 people.. Ended up with 3. Me, Sezzy and the infamous Tim Croker. It was a frenzy to say the least. There was one spot where, even before the fight, a bunch of rowdy Spaniards had set up camp and made it their business to strip tourists of their shirts and throw whatever they could get their hands on at people as they ran through the gauntlet. Some people avoid the terror, others are oblivious. I knew what was up and snuck passed them all.. Except for one MASSIVE dude who tore my shirt clean off my back in less then half a second.

After the hour everyone tries to exit the tiny streets and lanes at the same time which causes a massive human sardine can effect. There was times when I could lift my feet off the ground and my body would hold itself up. A lot of girls were crying and I even managed to saved a couple of lives. As everyone walks back to their buses etc the locals are on the street selling food, sangria and hosing off tourists with water. Nice guys.. Some of the creepier old locals had cameras too. I guess no good deed should go unrewarded haha.

I had tomato in my everything.

I spent the rest of my time in Valencia at the beach burning the absolute shit out of my chest and getting lost wandering the streets with my new friend.. That's right. I made a friend.

GFL