One expensive acid trip!
Mallorca was one big acid trip. It started off on a good note when I had my laptop stolen with my passport in it. Mallorca´s airport decided that lost and found (objetos perdidos) doesn´t need to be open up on weekends nor after two in the afternoon. Went to the Guardia Civil, some retarted police force to file a report. I walk into the office, a closet nonetheless, where a man is handcuffed to a foldable chair eating his sandwich. No one speaks english there, which isn´t a problem for me, but considering that most of the people on the island are not from Spain, I think it is quite necessary. I asked the man to call the bus company, b/c I am almost sure I left it on the bus, but they don´t have a phone book. This isn´t even the local police, it is more like a state police, and they don´t have a phone book... I called the U.S. Consulate in Mallorca. The lady was the biggest bitch ever..."I am sorry sir but I cannot help you. My boss is at a conference until next week." I asked her name and she told me she is not allowed to disclose such information. She calls me, leaving a message..."This is Nora from the US Consulate of Mallorca..." fucking reeee.
Drank three nights in a row to deal with the fact that I am now stuck in Spain not allowed to leave. I have to go to the embassy in Madrid, a five hour bus ride. I lost all my pictures from my trip here, all my pàsswords to access bank accounts and other things are on there. But good luck you spanish fuck trying to understand an english interface laptop....
The english people suck balls in Mallorca. Got into five bar fights one night. People have no respect whatsoever...As one man told me, "all they want is a drunk, a fuck, and a fight..." I couldn´t say it better myself.
Nonetheless, Mallorca was one big flop if I say so myself, quite possibly the most expensive vacation I have ever been on. Hopefully my plans for Europe after Spain work out, I don´t know if I will get a passport. And considering I purchased the Eurorail pass already, three hundred dollars down the drain doesn´t no me apetece.
Had my first flight with a hangover today.....´twas fun!!!!!
Only slept an hour last night....
In the words of my señora........."COÑO!"
Drank three nights in a row to deal with the fact that I am now stuck in Spain not allowed to leave. I have to go to the embassy in Madrid, a five hour bus ride. I lost all my pictures from my trip here, all my pàsswords to access bank accounts and other things are on there. But good luck you spanish fuck trying to understand an english interface laptop....
The english people suck balls in Mallorca. Got into five bar fights one night. People have no respect whatsoever...As one man told me, "all they want is a drunk, a fuck, and a fight..." I couldn´t say it better myself.
Nonetheless, Mallorca was one big flop if I say so myself, quite possibly the most expensive vacation I have ever been on. Hopefully my plans for Europe after Spain work out, I don´t know if I will get a passport. And considering I purchased the Eurorail pass already, three hundred dollars down the drain doesn´t no me apetece.
Had my first flight with a hangover today.....´twas fun!!!!!
Only slept an hour last night....
In the words of my señora........."COÑO!"