Stepping in it...

Dear Diary

This is Tuesday, more or less 16 August 2006. I sitting in the lounge area at the Barcelona Mar Youth Hostel in Barcelona, Spain. I had a bottle of wine with me and I had to wait a while to get a turn on the PC. The wine is now almost epmty so excuse my spelling...

After a bit of a rough start, Barcelona is starting to get a bit of shape now. It's warming up to me as some might say. After spending a night on the pavement outside the train station Sants and walking around yesterday like a zombie, I had a good night's rest and I did the touristy thing today. We took a hop-on-hop-off tour of Barcelona. Saw all the famous tourist spots. An in depth journey of the works of Antonio Gaudi and the effect what the international money towards an olympic host can do to a city. Extravagent displays of a big budget.

Maybe I'm just spoiled by the authentic Spanish city, Granada where everyone owns a dog and little teashops are welcoming you on every corner. Barcelona is like Cape Town or London with a beach. You'll see a Starbucks or MacDonalds and everything is rediculously expensive. Even more expensive than London. There is also dogshit everywhere and more human statues than you'll ever knock over (my comment about the statues comes from Lonely Planet Travel guides just in case someone things I'm trying to rip them off!).

Tommorrow we'll go the the town Fugueres to see the works of Salvador Dali. This was a big movitation to visit Spain after I was told at the end of my tour in the Dali Universe in London, that all the great works are still in Spain.

I'm pressed for time now, by other semi-drunk surfers so please check later to see my visual highlights.

Regards
El Blikman

P.S. I might have eaten some form of meat today but my spanish is to bad to tell for certain...