Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Crazy Day in Madrid
Yesterday was quite a day, arriving in Madrid in the morning, buying my ticket for Lima to leave the next day, wandering around with a talkative Mexican and an amusing Romanian, and getting kept up half the night by the sexual adventures of some Canadians and Australians in my dorm room. The ticket to Peru turned out to be more expensive than I had hoped, since I was buying at the last minute, but it was still $500 cheaper than it would have been to buy the ticket in Stockholm, so I made the right choice in flying to Spain, as I suspected.
In the hostel, I met a Mexican guy who had been taking a political science course in Madrid for the last month, and knew all the hot spots in town. He was a lawyer for the PRI, Mexico's dominant political party, but surprisingly he didn't talk about politics all that much. We met up with his eccentric young Romanian friend, who had managed to learn very good Spanish in the three weeks he had been in Madrid, and kept us entertained with his lively commentary. We must have been quite a sight to the passing Spaniards when we were parked outside a shop waiting for it to open after the siesta: a dark Mexican dressed sharply in black (even though it was quite warm), a young Romanian in Aquasocks and shorts, and a blond American with hiking boots, a grungy T-shirt with a few holes in it, and the standard backpacker-issue convertible pants.
That night, I stayed up later than I had planned talking to the lawyer, a backpacker from Texas, and another Mexican who had just run the Madrid marathon. As it turned out, I probably wouldn't have gotten much sleep anyways. When I finally crawled into bed, the young Canadian guys who were sharing my room returned with a couple of Australian girls. Before I knew it, one very drunk Canadian and the two Australian girls had jumped onto the bunk above me and started making out. Without much ado, clothes began flying all over the place and the bunk started shaking. One girl abruptly left the room, but the other two kept at it on the bunk above me, not making any effort to disguise their activities from me and the other guy trying to sleep in the room. Luckily, after they were done, they went off half naked the shower, and I thought that maybe I could get some sleep. However, then the other Australian girl came back into the room and started talking with the other guy sleeping on a bed nearby. She soon admitted to us that she had already had sex with the drunk Canadian downstairs in the basement, and that she left the room so that her friend "could have some fun, too". We finally had to kick her out when she tried to have sex with the drunk guy once again after he returned from his shower with her friend. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep, especially since the Canadian guy stayed up for at least another hour telling us how drunk he was. I have a picture of him in his inebriated state, and I am half contemplating posting it on the internet for a little revenge.
Today I spent all day on the plane, leaving Madrid for Newark, then connecting to Lima, and arriving close to midnight, almost 24 hours after I had woken up (from the few hours of sleep I had between dorm-room porno performances). So after all that craziness, I am happy to be back in Peru again, where I can relax a little and enjoy my private room.
In the hostel, I met a Mexican guy who had been taking a political science course in Madrid for the last month, and knew all the hot spots in town. He was a lawyer for the PRI, Mexico's dominant political party, but surprisingly he didn't talk about politics all that much. We met up with his eccentric young Romanian friend, who had managed to learn very good Spanish in the three weeks he had been in Madrid, and kept us entertained with his lively commentary. We must have been quite a sight to the passing Spaniards when we were parked outside a shop waiting for it to open after the siesta: a dark Mexican dressed sharply in black (even though it was quite warm), a young Romanian in Aquasocks and shorts, and a blond American with hiking boots, a grungy T-shirt with a few holes in it, and the standard backpacker-issue convertible pants.
That night, I stayed up later than I had planned talking to the lawyer, a backpacker from Texas, and another Mexican who had just run the Madrid marathon. As it turned out, I probably wouldn't have gotten much sleep anyways. When I finally crawled into bed, the young Canadian guys who were sharing my room returned with a couple of Australian girls. Before I knew it, one very drunk Canadian and the two Australian girls had jumped onto the bunk above me and started making out. Without much ado, clothes began flying all over the place and the bunk started shaking. One girl abruptly left the room, but the other two kept at it on the bunk above me, not making any effort to disguise their activities from me and the other guy trying to sleep in the room. Luckily, after they were done, they went off half naked the shower, and I thought that maybe I could get some sleep. However, then the other Australian girl came back into the room and started talking with the other guy sleeping on a bed nearby. She soon admitted to us that she had already had sex with the drunk Canadian downstairs in the basement, and that she left the room so that her friend "could have some fun, too". We finally had to kick her out when she tried to have sex with the drunk guy once again after he returned from his shower with her friend. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep, especially since the Canadian guy stayed up for at least another hour telling us how drunk he was. I have a picture of him in his inebriated state, and I am half contemplating posting it on the internet for a little revenge.
Today I spent all day on the plane, leaving Madrid for Newark, then connecting to Lima, and arriving close to midnight, almost 24 hours after I had woken up (from the few hours of sleep I had between dorm-room porno performances). So after all that craziness, I am happy to be back in Peru again, where I can relax a little and enjoy my private room.
