Madrid - second down and goal
OK round 2 for Madrid. But Jat, you've just been there - like a month ago! Right, but I loved it. So my mate Luke who I've known since age 12 was coming to visit me in Cam. Originally we wanted to go on the Uni Ski Trip in France - but once you factor in the cost of equipment, food, lessons, etc it was going to be WAY too expensive. As such, we wanted mayhem - so I decided that we should go somewhere. Madrid had cheap flights (38quid return - direct to Madrid, meaning no Valladolid bus) and cos I knew ppl there and was certain that we'd fun - we booked it. Rok was in as well, and later Joel said he'd be kicking around Madrid at the same time. So it was all on. Three AWSEstralians and a SLOWvenian ready to take on MADrid ((C) Trish).
Get off to a VERY rough start. Luke comes back to Cam the night before we fly off and we smash through Rum. Heaps of it. Gab + Rok come over and we head down to a club which was dark, bling and hostile. Not nice. So we come back, cook some eggs + avocado (well, I have green Mexican habanero sauce which solidifies against hot egg - so it looks like avocado but tastes like death). All this until like 4 am. Then we had to get up early to get the bus out to Luton. We were all under the weather. Luke had to punish a banho (toilet) before the bus - thought he died in there. Toilet punishing was clearly a theme for his trip. I felt soooooooooo bad on the bus, but nothing a Marks & Spencers yogurt drink couldn't fix. Finally hop on the plane only to be massively delayed. Why? Because two ppl on the flight had the same names, so the computer counted them as one person, meaning that the (human) headcount didn't match. This meant that we almost missed our flight timeslot, which would have meant 2hrs sitting on the ground. Thank god we didn't have to do that; sitting in a plane with a hangover of death for any longer than necessary ain't good.
Always lost in Madrid
Check into our apartment and head out. We stayed in Sol which is close to everything, but not itself a nightlife district. We found some place for tapas and beer - bienvenido a Espanha! We then begin looking for a club. We see this one club (Joy) with quite a few ppl streaming out. We buy some passes off someone in the street to save a few bucks and we get in only to find the place basically empty. The crowd was predominantly male, seemed many of the chicks had left; though that might be why they told us it was 'good' inside. Go to the bar to order Vodka/Redbull. 28Eu. WHAT!? for 2!? Ahfusfhuafsiafshasoijfa. Nasty. Luke makes up for it by buying lots of tequila shots (more affordable @ 5eu), before we all tear up the dancefloor for a bit. The music was good, and the club would have been good with lots of ppl. Later I find out it's a really expensive place where basically rich old guys take (or pickup) their hot young girls. Anyway, we make the most of it, get home about 5.30. Wake up about 2pm. After freezing cold showers it's time to go sightseeing. Stumble around the streets through Plaza Mayor, then down to the Palacio etc. Hit up a menu del dia and check out some cool shops down in the alternate area - Tribunal. All fun - quick siesta then smash some piss before trying to find this restaurant to meet Julian, Antonio + 2x Annas whom I know from Cam last year. We walk the streets for about ages looking for this place, several calls later we eventually get there. 1.5hours late. Pretty lame. I was disappointed with my Madrid navigation skills until I saw locals performing more poorly than I did the following night. The tapas just kept coming in this fancy place. Was super tasty, and our Spanish crew made sure us foreigners were looked after right. A few beers to wash it down and time to head to this bar next door. We buy a bottle there and rip through that, dancing around to cheesy tunes and posing for a bunch of photographs. Great fun, joking & jumping around, etc. Joel reveals his newly purchased Puta shirt (making fun of Puma) where he is educated that whilst it might be cool, it wouldn't impress ladies too much. But it seemed to work on guys. hahaha. (see the series in the photo album). It was 3ish when we leave this bar, my mates apologising for leaving early, but they had to work, go to class or catch a ride down south all at 8am (a few hours later). Spanairds like to party! We are on a guest list at this club - Kapital, so we go there but aren't let in - claiming the guest list that we were on didn't exist. Bullshit. Obviously they didnt like the look of four guys trying to get in. We could have paid to go in, but then were all angry and thought screw that. Caught a cab back to our place and walk into the Irish bar which is showing the 3rd Test match. Watch a bit of cricket, rib some Poms. I take some corn kernal snacks and try explaining the rules to Rok; we almost adopted him as Australian until he started eating the pitch. Some Jagerbombs (redbull with a Jagermeister shot dropped in) hit the spot, head back about 5.30am. Have a few drinks until passout time like 6 or 7am or something. After party drinks was a stupid idea, paid for it severely a few hours later...
Joel was the best DJ ever. He had his iPod with portable speakers, and so he'd always put on an appropriate song to a situation. I can't think of many examples now, but one that springs to mind is where Luke would snore so loudly and then I'd scream abuse or throw stuff at him. The next second the song SLEEP by The Dandy Warhols would play ("If I could sleep forever"). There were far better examples than that. But yeh, my memory is a shot after that weekend. Wake up rough as anything, and after another cold shower off to the only museum that we visited in Madrid, The Museo del Jamon (Museum of Ham) for Lunch. Or breakfast. I guess at 3pm it's lunch. We were all severely shattered but still manage to get through a jarra (jug) de sangria and our greasy pig-ladened plates. Some idiot decides we should go for those thick choco-churros treats at this time. Disaster for severe hangovers, which everyone soon discovered, except for Hoel who, even though said he wasn't that keen on the choc, absolutely nailed it.
Museo del Jamon
By far the best museum in Madrid
I hit an internet cafe to find out the paper for a conference I'd spent the last week working on (like all day and night) wasn't conforming to a certain format and that I had to fix this before the submission deadline, which was in about 4 hours. So I'm sitting in an internet cafe in Spain, downloading the programs to recompile my paper to the correct format. No simple MS Word stuff in this situation :(. An hr or two later, no luck, so I send an email saying 'please accept this regardless of the fact my font size is 1pt too small'. Although failing, I was impressed at my computer skills whilst severly hung over. On the way back, I was dying for sleep, but then convinced to go to the Irish bar to down some drinks and watch cricket highlights. We step in, sip a pint. Enjoy the highlights and lust after Perth; the third test is playing there, we see the clock say 7pm and it's sunny, warm, etc. We wished we were home. Later the we see some old chicks (mums) walking in and kinda looking at us. Next thing we know three shots of Jager are brought to us. We're like huh? The waiter says the guys on the next table bought them for us. Our initial thoughts it was a gift from the mums, but we look over to the table next to us where two rough looking guys are seated. They say 'Sorry' and point to the chair. One of them knocked over a chair and it hit Rok's leg and Rok looked kinda mad cos they didn't say anything. But we're unsure whether the shots were because of the chair or due to Rok's gaydar skills. Downed the shots and left. Anyway we leave to get a quick kip and prepare our bottles of booze (childishly disguised in softdrink bottles) for the train down to meet Trish and her uni mates for dinner.
We get there feeling a bit tipsy - back to another branch Museo del Jamon (another museum - how cultural of us) where some of her mates predrinking. We soon sober once we see the state of Trish's mates. They're in top form, one guy has his shoe off - using it as a phone. Then they see some ppl across the metro tracks and start throwing newspapers at them and screaming stuff about the papers, before poking holes in various pages to wear as clothes. They'd go up to any chicks and attempt to impress them with their shoe-phones, etc. After getting lost on the way to the restaurant (this time lead by several ppl from Madrid - not me, yay!) we eventually get there for dinner at like 12.30am. Actually the trip took so long involved catching the same metro route multiple times. Rok was soooooo busting for the toilet he went green and had this massive stomach. He later showed his respect for the Madrid metro system, as shown below. The dinner was for Trish's law class; so we meet the crew, enjoy the meal, down some drinks and food - ready to head out about 2am. We all hop into separate cars and race around Madrid - we all get lost but eventually find each other. It's cool checking out a city from a car window. Anyway we end up in this district where all the bars are full or something and we cant get in anywhere. After a bunch of walking around for an hour or two, but nobody can find a good place to go. So people disperse - and start heading back. We decide to do the same. We get near a major intersection and see this middle-aged lady walking really quickly holding this massive square traffic-diverting thing, with two young guys chasing her, taking pictures with their camera phone and screaming out "you're stealing from Madrid". Maybe it was her new house, as Victor suggests - "it has good views". Amusing, but more so the next day for reasons below. We end up walking back home, hoping to catch more of the cricket. But even our favourite Irish bar was closed - which was strange cos it was open later on a Thurs (the night before). We decide to hit the hay 'early' (like 5.15am) cos we knew Sat would be big.
Sat night was amazing. Must be in the top 10 nights out I've had. Or at least top 20. I'm surprised I can remember so much, my memory usually fades quite quickly when boozing that heavily, especially when run down after a week of mayhem. We didn't get up to much in the day - como siempre: woke up late, downed tapas and sangria (after debating on a restaurant), wondered around for a bit before smashing some cheap wine ready to go out. Actually, this wine was expensive - 3.50eu - a step up from our 1eu wine. Wasn't that bad really. Amazing. Anyway, first stop was Bar Casa de la Tortilla. Trish had told me about this place a million times before, so I couldnt wait to try it. Basically 12eu with unlimited food, beer and sangria. We had a good group of Patricia's friends turn up; and so we get there, and then carnage starts. The place is pretty funny, there is a sign up there saying "prohibido cantar" - meaning no singing. Understandably - bottomless jugs of cerveza/sangria can only mean singing. We actually started singing, but then decided to be more poetic and speak out the words. Dale. Dale Jat, Dale. The waiters wear nice clothes even though the place is far from fancy. And one guy is really strict about things like 'bags must go on hooks etc'. All part of the experience. But it was awesome - jarra after jarra of Sangria & Cerveza. Sangria tasted great but wasn't strong, so Luke & I dominated the cerveza. Rok was funny like "wow this is my 37878645th glass of Sangria". Everyone that knows Rok knows about his drinking skills- hence SLOWvenia:). After smashing the food & drinks, and after Luke finished making out with a mannequin in the street, we take off for a walk. We found a fountain and decided to take photos there cos apparently that's what the Patricias do. That's where we find some traffic-diversion equipment, exactly the same as the lady was running away with the night before. We were super excited (see the pic below), prob cos we were sorta pissy.
Maximum respex to: THE CHAMPIONS OF MADRID
The next stop was a surprise. A chupiteria - basically a shots-only bar. It was like going into a juice bar or something but everything on the menu was a shot of various flavours. All like 1-2eu each. Some shots were mixed in your mouth (0.60eu) some slammed down. We smashed through these. As imagined, things started to get crazy from there on in. And the best part was that all of Trish's friends were totally into it, just like us, so we all went crazy. Lots of drinking, posing for the camera, joking, dancing, hugging, etc. Great times. Cos we bought so many rounds, the bartender even gave us a couple of free rounds. Though he stopped short of giving us this Austrian liquor of 80% alcohol - so strong you aren't allowed to bring it onto a plane. The barman goes "you'll be too drunk, have Absynth instead". Bohhhh. Do it! Absolute carnage. After, we went to a club with the odd bit of Reggaeton playing. Loving it. Danced a bit of perreo. Then Hoel and I were near the dancefloor and started talking to some random chicks who bought us drinks. Love the foreigner appeal. Then we asked for advice on our next drinks and they suggested minis. A mini is like this MASSIVE cup like half (or more) full of booze. Goddamn. So strong. We get into our mini's and the dancefloor, but soon it's time to go. Trish and mates are off - this is about 3ish. Some of them had exams in a day or two, so they had to leave 'early'. Put in a top effort I reckon. What was awesome was that everyone got on so well, that saying goodbye was sad! I've invited EVERYONE to come visit Cambridge. And why not, tengo espacio...
Anyway this was our last night, so we try to get into the biggest club in Madrid - the same one we weren?t allowed into last time. Finally find a cab, hop in, and the guy is like OK lets go then "Get out! Get out!". I'm like why? Cos Hoel didn't finish his mini he thought he'd take it into the cab. We didn't budge so the cabby flags down the cops. Joel puts the cup outside - ready to go, but the guy wants us out. Didn't seem like ppl knew what was going on, but the cops made it clear when they tell us to get out. We start arguing with them in Spanish, not understanding, saying we dont have the cup anymore, etc. The cops say they saw Joel put it down. Luke starts arguing a bit more (in English), but then we're like OK it's the cops now, lets leave it. Look for another cab, and jump in one. But the guy wouldn?t take us anywhere. Reason was cos he reckons that was his last job for the night and now hes going home. Yeh. Right. It's only like 4am. We hop out, and then are annoyed cos there are NO cabs around anywhere. Impossible. We decide to go back to that club with Rok where chicks were buying Joel and I drinks. Luke & Joel said they'd wait there while we checked it out to see if it's still any good. Don't remember exactly what happened - we couldn't find it or something. So we get back and Luke is still sitting in the same spot rolling stuff, and Joel is using a wall to support himself, with this sleazy-drunken-dazed grin and he still has that frickin' mini in hand. We start walking back and buy a sandwich off some street vendors. So good. Rok and I go ahead, Joel and Luke come back, then go again, then come back later. I crash out about 5.45, Luke & Joel approx 6.30. My alarm goes off at 8. Time for the airport. Joel is lying there awake, completely fried, staring wide-awake at his iPod with this cheesy grin plastered on his head. Luke is still sleeping with mountains of tobacco on his bedside table. Wake them up - throw together our bags and run for the metro. Joel was lucky enough to sleep in (cos he was staying in Madrid), though we were worried about whether he'd make it out alive, or at least in time to check out. Didn't hear from him for almost a week either! I was checking my credit card daily incase there was some damage surcharge or something :) Room stunk of smoke. Anyway, functioning on empty we somehow navigate the metro to the airport (actually better than some chicks who looked 'fresh as the morning', whom we initially followed though they later got lost on the way to the airport). Check in, get some more jamon filled rolls to stifle the hangover. Jamon really is the BEST. I would wed some if possible. Eventually get on the flight (we were the last ones to board, mainly cos we were punishing more banhos (Australians 2, banhos 0) - the EasyJet chick was very unimpressed). Flight gets in on time, I have passport issues when landing which later I'm told not to worry about cos the entry warning was against someone else prob with a similar name or b'day (pfft). Great to deal with when hungover, redeyed, 0hrs sleep etc. Our bags take ages to come, but we get to the bus with 2 mins to spare (saving us a 3 hour wait in Luton for the next one). On the bus Luke says "shit, my iPod is in the seat pocket of the plane". It's hard to function without sleep. Luckily someone turned it in, so he gets to waste a day going there and back to collect it. But it's so cool he got it back.
Madrid was fun, though definitely locals knowledge is the key. Everyone we met we got on well with, and especially that Saturday night, man that was amazing. All were cool - going crazy - it was just like hanging out with good mates; like a big old-skool reunion.
Check out the mayhem here
Get off to a VERY rough start. Luke comes back to Cam the night before we fly off and we smash through Rum. Heaps of it. Gab + Rok come over and we head down to a club which was dark, bling and hostile. Not nice. So we come back, cook some eggs + avocado (well, I have green Mexican habanero sauce which solidifies against hot egg - so it looks like avocado but tastes like death). All this until like 4 am. Then we had to get up early to get the bus out to Luton. We were all under the weather. Luke had to punish a banho (toilet) before the bus - thought he died in there. Toilet punishing was clearly a theme for his trip. I felt soooooooooo bad on the bus, but nothing a Marks & Spencers yogurt drink couldn't fix. Finally hop on the plane only to be massively delayed. Why? Because two ppl on the flight had the same names, so the computer counted them as one person, meaning that the (human) headcount didn't match. This meant that we almost missed our flight timeslot, which would have meant 2hrs sitting on the ground. Thank god we didn't have to do that; sitting in a plane with a hangover of death for any longer than necessary ain't good.
Always lost in Madrid
Check into our apartment and head out. We stayed in Sol which is close to everything, but not itself a nightlife district. We found some place for tapas and beer - bienvenido a Espanha! We then begin looking for a club. We see this one club (Joy) with quite a few ppl streaming out. We buy some passes off someone in the street to save a few bucks and we get in only to find the place basically empty. The crowd was predominantly male, seemed many of the chicks had left; though that might be why they told us it was 'good' inside. Go to the bar to order Vodka/Redbull. 28Eu. WHAT!? for 2!? Ahfusfhuafsiafshasoijfa. Nasty. Luke makes up for it by buying lots of tequila shots (more affordable @ 5eu), before we all tear up the dancefloor for a bit. The music was good, and the club would have been good with lots of ppl. Later I find out it's a really expensive place where basically rich old guys take (or pickup) their hot young girls. Anyway, we make the most of it, get home about 5.30. Wake up about 2pm. After freezing cold showers it's time to go sightseeing. Stumble around the streets through Plaza Mayor, then down to the Palacio etc. Hit up a menu del dia and check out some cool shops down in the alternate area - Tribunal. All fun - quick siesta then smash some piss before trying to find this restaurant to meet Julian, Antonio + 2x Annas whom I know from Cam last year. We walk the streets for about ages looking for this place, several calls later we eventually get there. 1.5hours late. Pretty lame. I was disappointed with my Madrid navigation skills until I saw locals performing more poorly than I did the following night. The tapas just kept coming in this fancy place. Was super tasty, and our Spanish crew made sure us foreigners were looked after right. A few beers to wash it down and time to head to this bar next door. We buy a bottle there and rip through that, dancing around to cheesy tunes and posing for a bunch of photographs. Great fun, joking & jumping around, etc. Joel reveals his newly purchased Puta shirt (making fun of Puma) where he is educated that whilst it might be cool, it wouldn't impress ladies too much. But it seemed to work on guys. hahaha. (see the series in the photo album). It was 3ish when we leave this bar, my mates apologising for leaving early, but they had to work, go to class or catch a ride down south all at 8am (a few hours later). Spanairds like to party! We are on a guest list at this club - Kapital, so we go there but aren't let in - claiming the guest list that we were on didn't exist. Bullshit. Obviously they didnt like the look of four guys trying to get in. We could have paid to go in, but then were all angry and thought screw that. Caught a cab back to our place and walk into the Irish bar which is showing the 3rd Test match. Watch a bit of cricket, rib some Poms. I take some corn kernal snacks and try explaining the rules to Rok; we almost adopted him as Australian until he started eating the pitch. Some Jagerbombs (redbull with a Jagermeister shot dropped in) hit the spot, head back about 5.30am. Have a few drinks until passout time like 6 or 7am or something. After party drinks was a stupid idea, paid for it severely a few hours later...
-799429.jpg) mis amigos espanoles |  Hello ladies... |
Joel was the best DJ ever. He had his iPod with portable speakers, and so he'd always put on an appropriate song to a situation. I can't think of many examples now, but one that springs to mind is where Luke would snore so loudly and then I'd scream abuse or throw stuff at him. The next second the song SLEEP by The Dandy Warhols would play ("If I could sleep forever"). There were far better examples than that. But yeh, my memory is a shot after that weekend. Wake up rough as anything, and after another cold shower off to the only museum that we visited in Madrid, The Museo del Jamon (Museum of Ham) for Lunch. Or breakfast. I guess at 3pm it's lunch. We were all severely shattered but still manage to get through a jarra (jug) de sangria and our greasy pig-ladened plates. Some idiot decides we should go for those thick choco-churros treats at this time. Disaster for severe hangovers, which everyone soon discovered, except for Hoel who, even though said he wasn't that keen on the choc, absolutely nailed it.
Museo del Jamon
By far the best museum in Madrid
I hit an internet cafe to find out the paper for a conference I'd spent the last week working on (like all day and night) wasn't conforming to a certain format and that I had to fix this before the submission deadline, which was in about 4 hours. So I'm sitting in an internet cafe in Spain, downloading the programs to recompile my paper to the correct format. No simple MS Word stuff in this situation :(. An hr or two later, no luck, so I send an email saying 'please accept this regardless of the fact my font size is 1pt too small'. Although failing, I was impressed at my computer skills whilst severly hung over. On the way back, I was dying for sleep, but then convinced to go to the Irish bar to down some drinks and watch cricket highlights. We step in, sip a pint. Enjoy the highlights and lust after Perth; the third test is playing there, we see the clock say 7pm and it's sunny, warm, etc. We wished we were home. Later the we see some old chicks (mums) walking in and kinda looking at us. Next thing we know three shots of Jager are brought to us. We're like huh? The waiter says the guys on the next table bought them for us. Our initial thoughts it was a gift from the mums, but we look over to the table next to us where two rough looking guys are seated. They say 'Sorry' and point to the chair. One of them knocked over a chair and it hit Rok's leg and Rok looked kinda mad cos they didn't say anything. But we're unsure whether the shots were because of the chair or due to Rok's gaydar skills. Downed the shots and left. Anyway we leave to get a quick kip and prepare our bottles of booze (childishly disguised in softdrink bottles) for the train down to meet Trish and her uni mates for dinner.
We get there feeling a bit tipsy - back to another branch Museo del Jamon (another museum - how cultural of us) where some of her mates predrinking. We soon sober once we see the state of Trish's mates. They're in top form, one guy has his shoe off - using it as a phone. Then they see some ppl across the metro tracks and start throwing newspapers at them and screaming stuff about the papers, before poking holes in various pages to wear as clothes. They'd go up to any chicks and attempt to impress them with their shoe-phones, etc. After getting lost on the way to the restaurant (this time lead by several ppl from Madrid - not me, yay!) we eventually get there for dinner at like 12.30am. Actually the trip took so long involved catching the same metro route multiple times. Rok was soooooo busting for the toilet he went green and had this massive stomach. He later showed his respect for the Madrid metro system, as shown below. The dinner was for Trish's law class; so we meet the crew, enjoy the meal, down some drinks and food - ready to head out about 2am. We all hop into separate cars and race around Madrid - we all get lost but eventually find each other. It's cool checking out a city from a car window. Anyway we end up in this district where all the bars are full or something and we cant get in anywhere. After a bunch of walking around for an hour or two, but nobody can find a good place to go. So people disperse - and start heading back. We decide to do the same. We get near a major intersection and see this middle-aged lady walking really quickly holding this massive square traffic-diverting thing, with two young guys chasing her, taking pictures with their camera phone and screaming out "you're stealing from Madrid". Maybe it was her new house, as Victor suggests - "it has good views". Amusing, but more so the next day for reasons below. We end up walking back home, hoping to catch more of the cricket. But even our favourite Irish bar was closed - which was strange cos it was open later on a Thurs (the night before). We decide to hit the hay 'early' (like 5.15am) cos we knew Sat would be big.
 Dirty Slovenes.... |  Lawyers dinner |
Sat night was amazing. Must be in the top 10 nights out I've had. Or at least top 20. I'm surprised I can remember so much, my memory usually fades quite quickly when boozing that heavily, especially when run down after a week of mayhem. We didn't get up to much in the day - como siempre: woke up late, downed tapas and sangria (after debating on a restaurant), wondered around for a bit before smashing some cheap wine ready to go out. Actually, this wine was expensive - 3.50eu - a step up from our 1eu wine. Wasn't that bad really. Amazing. Anyway, first stop was Bar Casa de la Tortilla. Trish had told me about this place a million times before, so I couldnt wait to try it. Basically 12eu with unlimited food, beer and sangria. We had a good group of Patricia's friends turn up; and so we get there, and then carnage starts. The place is pretty funny, there is a sign up there saying "prohibido cantar" - meaning no singing. Understandably - bottomless jugs of cerveza/sangria can only mean singing. We actually started singing, but then decided to be more poetic and speak out the words. Dale. Dale Jat, Dale. The waiters wear nice clothes even though the place is far from fancy. And one guy is really strict about things like 'bags must go on hooks etc'. All part of the experience. But it was awesome - jarra after jarra of Sangria & Cerveza. Sangria tasted great but wasn't strong, so Luke & I dominated the cerveza. Rok was funny like "wow this is my 37878645th glass of Sangria". Everyone that knows Rok knows about his drinking skills- hence SLOWvenia:). After smashing the food & drinks, and after Luke finished making out with a mannequin in the street, we take off for a walk. We found a fountain and decided to take photos there cos apparently that's what the Patricias do. That's where we find some traffic-diversion equipment, exactly the same as the lady was running away with the night before. We were super excited (see the pic below), prob cos we were sorta pissy.
Maximum respex to: THE CHAMPIONS OF MADRID
The next stop was a surprise. A chupiteria - basically a shots-only bar. It was like going into a juice bar or something but everything on the menu was a shot of various flavours. All like 1-2eu each. Some shots were mixed in your mouth (0.60eu) some slammed down. We smashed through these. As imagined, things started to get crazy from there on in. And the best part was that all of Trish's friends were totally into it, just like us, so we all went crazy. Lots of drinking, posing for the camera, joking, dancing, hugging, etc. Great times. Cos we bought so many rounds, the bartender even gave us a couple of free rounds. Though he stopped short of giving us this Austrian liquor of 80% alcohol - so strong you aren't allowed to bring it onto a plane. The barman goes "you'll be too drunk, have Absynth instead". Bohhhh. Do it! Absolute carnage. After, we went to a club with the odd bit of Reggaeton playing. Loving it. Danced a bit of perreo. Then Hoel and I were near the dancefloor and started talking to some random chicks who bought us drinks. Love the foreigner appeal. Then we asked for advice on our next drinks and they suggested minis. A mini is like this MASSIVE cup like half (or more) full of booze. Goddamn. So strong. We get into our mini's and the dancefloor, but soon it's time to go. Trish and mates are off - this is about 3ish. Some of them had exams in a day or two, so they had to leave 'early'. Put in a top effort I reckon. What was awesome was that everyone got on so well, that saying goodbye was sad! I've invited EVERYONE to come visit Cambridge. And why not, tengo espacio...
-771491.jpg) Take the shot |  Posssssseeeeee I need you on the floor pablo(?), alvaro, luke, cristina, yo, rok, anna, pote, trish, susu (and hoel) |
Anyway this was our last night, so we try to get into the biggest club in Madrid - the same one we weren?t allowed into last time. Finally find a cab, hop in, and the guy is like OK lets go then "Get out! Get out!". I'm like why? Cos Hoel didn't finish his mini he thought he'd take it into the cab. We didn't budge so the cabby flags down the cops. Joel puts the cup outside - ready to go, but the guy wants us out. Didn't seem like ppl knew what was going on, but the cops made it clear when they tell us to get out. We start arguing with them in Spanish, not understanding, saying we dont have the cup anymore, etc. The cops say they saw Joel put it down. Luke starts arguing a bit more (in English), but then we're like OK it's the cops now, lets leave it. Look for another cab, and jump in one. But the guy wouldn?t take us anywhere. Reason was cos he reckons that was his last job for the night and now hes going home. Yeh. Right. It's only like 4am. We hop out, and then are annoyed cos there are NO cabs around anywhere. Impossible. We decide to go back to that club with Rok where chicks were buying Joel and I drinks. Luke & Joel said they'd wait there while we checked it out to see if it's still any good. Don't remember exactly what happened - we couldn't find it or something. So we get back and Luke is still sitting in the same spot rolling stuff, and Joel is using a wall to support himself, with this sleazy-drunken-dazed grin and he still has that frickin' mini in hand. We start walking back and buy a sandwich off some street vendors. So good. Rok and I go ahead, Joel and Luke come back, then go again, then come back later. I crash out about 5.45, Luke & Joel approx 6.30. My alarm goes off at 8. Time for the airport. Joel is lying there awake, completely fried, staring wide-awake at his iPod with this cheesy grin plastered on his head. Luke is still sleeping with mountains of tobacco on his bedside table. Wake them up - throw together our bags and run for the metro. Joel was lucky enough to sleep in (cos he was staying in Madrid), though we were worried about whether he'd make it out alive, or at least in time to check out. Didn't hear from him for almost a week either! I was checking my credit card daily incase there was some damage surcharge or something :) Room stunk of smoke. Anyway, functioning on empty we somehow navigate the metro to the airport (actually better than some chicks who looked 'fresh as the morning', whom we initially followed though they later got lost on the way to the airport). Check in, get some more jamon filled rolls to stifle the hangover. Jamon really is the BEST. I would wed some if possible. Eventually get on the flight (we were the last ones to board, mainly cos we were punishing more banhos (Australians 2, banhos 0) - the EasyJet chick was very unimpressed). Flight gets in on time, I have passport issues when landing which later I'm told not to worry about cos the entry warning was against someone else prob with a similar name or b'day (pfft). Great to deal with when hungover, redeyed, 0hrs sleep etc. Our bags take ages to come, but we get to the bus with 2 mins to spare (saving us a 3 hour wait in Luton for the next one). On the bus Luke says "shit, my iPod is in the seat pocket of the plane". It's hard to function without sleep. Luckily someone turned it in, so he gets to waste a day going there and back to collect it. But it's so cool he got it back.
 Hoel is fried | ---train-when-hungover-751752.jpg){kind=spacer} Early morning Metro fun |
Madrid was fun, though definitely locals knowledge is the key. Everyone we met we got on well with, and especially that Saturday night, man that was amazing. All were cool - going crazy - it was just like hanging out with good mates; like a big old-skool reunion.
Check out the mayhem here
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