I've been at the f*cking beach in f*cking February!
The feeling when we arrived in Tarifa that Saturday morning was pretty cool. Started with checking into the motel, almost 10 minutes driving from Tarifa. The place reminded me and Johan of a skiing resort, with all the wood and stuff, but it was quite nice... although the so called "pool" was overgrown, filled with annoying frogs (that Hannes and Johan fruitlessly tried to kill), looked more like something nature decided to take back... and keep forever.
Melvin, the new energy drink
Oh right! We went to the beach! I got two films I made with my iPhone, but somehow I can't get the sound working... probably my computers fault. Anyway, lying there in perfectly good beach weather (not like in the "real" summer though), some of the freaks jumped into the water. Kristle I think was the first, then came Melvin, like a torpedo and I think I saw Hannes jumping in there as well. Michael went down to touch the water, but the German in him said "sheisse".
It's incredible how some people have a lot of energy. I think Melvin went from hyper active to zombie, to hyper active again pretty much the whole evening. Watching Melvin is like watching porn, but not in a different way if you know what I mean... erhh ... now I think I understand why he thought the whole trip that I would somehow rape him.
Although one funny thing when we had dinner at the beach was when Melvin ordered the prawns. I have never seen someone failing so much at eating prawns before. Kristles shirt was über sprayed by prawn juices. Awesome.
Another funny thing was Marvin, the drunk Germanorwegian. Awesome dude, truly.
Una copa y una otra litra de Sangria por farvor!
After resting up, or whatever people were doing, Johan, Vlada and I decided to get some damn Sangria at the damn wooden bar at the damn motel. After having our first jar of Sangria, the whole thing turned into some kind of comedy sketch. One more person came, which led to us ordering another glass and another jar - "una copa y una otro litro de Sangria por farvor" - something that was both tasty and funnier after every time someone new showed up.
After a while, we finally ended up at some bar in the old town of Tarifa. I didn't stay for long, since I could hardly talk or see straight anymore, and on top of that I was tired as a... very very tired person. I went home, only to miss out on the messed up things those people did afterwards. I should probably not blog about that part...
Screw you guys, I'm going home
On the next day we were pretty much hung over and annoyed. Couldn't find each other when we were suppose to meet up in town (some people wanted to hide in clothe stores) and then we could hardly agree on where to eat. Finally we ended up at a Chinese place, where Melvin "again" ordered prawns - scaring the crap out of the waitress when he pretended to burn his hands on the plate. Priceless.
After that, it was time to go home. Lots of clouds and stuff anyway we thought, but to realise that the weather actually got pretty nice in Tarifa once we arrived in Gibraltar. Oh well. On the way home we stopped at some viewing point near Tarifa where you should be able to see Africa... although it was too foggy for us to see much.
In the evening, I could spot from my balcony a pretty nice sunset. I bet it looked even better from Tarifa. Awesome.
In the evening, I could spot from my balcony a pretty nice sunset. I bet it looked even better from Tarifa. Awesome.
Great trip, lots of fun! Let's do it again sometime!