Things you learn when on a spontaneous backpacking trip of Europe: In Barcelona, even when it’s raining giant cats and giant dogs at nearly four in the morning, there will still be people trying to sell you hashish and African prostitutes kindly offering their services. It’d be nice to be warmer now, since I’m soaked to the skin, but not like that, sorry.

What’s more interesting is how this came about. Me Brit mates fetched me from Easy E and we ran through the thunderstorm to the pier, tearing our shirts off and falling down numerous times in the process, and got to the harbour club drenched as dormice.

The club was free, you see.

And despite weighing a ton and the usual 85% bad music, we still managed to have an absolute smashing time.

Final note: Most beautiful are women from Arizona called Jessica.

(Good job, Luke, you bastard.)

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