@HodgeyBoy 178110 wrote:
Your concern is touching, Marty.
Yeah, I heard about the muggings but the closest I got was GBH on my rectum from some of the battered prawns from the CAP (so-called) Lunch on the Friday! :roflmao:
Four hours later I was staggering alone and bewildered through the street of Barca as my body attempted to eject aforementioned prawns from my system. It took every ounce of concentration and self-esteem I had to keep ‘downstairs’ locked-down, meaning that it all escaped ‘up top’.
Here are my guaranteed tips for avoiding a mugging in Barca:
1) Avoid the prawns. No, seriously….., don’t even f#%king think about eating prawns from a buffet – what was I thinking?
2) Sweat. A lot. This gives you the benefit of looking like an actual addict, thereby making people think that you’re more of a threat to them.
3) Puke up into flower beds, bins, any piece of street furniture that seems appropriate…, and puke up often.
I think that point three probably proved the most effective overall
It all makes sense to me now.
Hearing of all these muggings, I guess I was lucky… on the last night I ended up walking the streets alone, drunk, without a phone, trying to find a cab to go back to the room so I could pack my bags and get to the airport. At one stage I walked up to a group of about 6-8 guys asking them if they would think about giving their cab to me as I needed to get to the airport… They just stared at me and I thought, “Now is the time to run”… So, drunken Renee was running down the streets of Barcelona…almost in tears I might add..
Luckily I came across 2 young islandics who offered to share a cab to my hotel…
The joys of being in a foreign city without a phone.
I actually enjoyed Barcelona… If it is moving I’m glad I got to go to this one before the change of venue.
Nice job on the organising guys… Had a ball 