The sun shone in that fair city last weekend (32° and counting, with generous helpings of Factor 20 for the top of the head) when I attended Episode One of my niece’s fiancé Charlie’s stag efforts (it was largely a family affair – he is having another one with about 35 of his mates in September, after he’s married!) and a good time was had by all. Imagine, though, the anxiety engendered by the following questions which were asked during our stay:
1. Ten bottles of Magners'. It’s your round, isn't it?
2. The bus to the airport leaves in three minutes. Where's Mike?
3. Does anyone know where I put my passport?
4.Why has that gorgeous lady got an enormous Adam's Apple?
5. My bag's been stolen and I've run out of credit on my phone; can I use your mobile to report my credit cards lost?
6.[This was asked of my brother-in-law by the Visa lady in Calcutta] Are you sure your name is Clarke?
7. Have you noticed the poster of a rather fit-looking bloke with his hand down the front of his pants at the front of the queue to get in this night club?
8. Have you noticed there are only men in the queue for this night club?
We did the northern route on the open-top tourist bus, because we wanted to see the Nou Camp and it stops there. You can get on and off any of the buses up to 9pm. It’s an ideal and comfortable way to see the main attractions and landmarks of the city and there are many impressive sights, all accompanied by an English commentary which you could listen to by plugging in the earphones supplied when you first got on. Nothing, though, can quite prepare you for the amazing Sagrada Familia designed by Antoni Gaudi. We walked up and down La Rambla (of course), had an All Day Full English Breakfast at a port-side café, watched two scantily-clad ladies playing football on the beach, marvelling at their skilful display of ball control (honestly), befriended a young waiter called George at the café next to the hotel; he kept apologising for the fact that my brother-in-law had had his bag nicked whilst sitting outside there and plied us with late night snacks free - we slipped him a folding tip on our last night.
Oh well, back to the weather. *is quite concerned about the possibility of webbed feet*
