Drum and Bass


HAH! Finally! USB!

Alrigh, here goes. Ready thine eyne.

I believe I left you…

…here:

Fabric, floor one. By which I mean, one DOWN (from ground level), not up.

Fabric, floor one. By which I mean, one DOWN (from ground level), not up.

That was London. This (points round at surroundings) is Rome. Now for for how I got from one to the other. As I believe I have mentioned before, it involved a great deal of train.

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FRANCE

France, for me, began in Paris. That is where I popped out of a tunnel and into sunlight. The ride from London was only about two hours but even with a Eurail Pass it set me back £85. That’s like $160 Canadian, for you lazy converters. Anyhoo, didn’t stay in Paris long, so there were only three things that really impressed upon me.

One: big, wide boulevards.

Two: OMG PASTRIES!

Three: Hey! Isn’t anybody going to say Bonjour? I don’t know if it was just the fact that I loked like a scruffy backpacker or maybe I smell, but nobody seemed particularly friendly. Oh well. Their pastries covered for them there.

French Pastries! Mmmmm!And, of course, up the tower with me.

We weren’t sure what the dealio was with the elevator and the paying for it and whatnot, so we took the exit stairs up. There was no sign not to…

Tower of Eiffel

Tower of Eiffel

I walked, I talked to Emily, I headed south without a real plan but intending to go to Madrid. I scored a night train with a small booking fee to Toulouse. I didn’t really stop there. It was cold, it was morning, and I just kept heading south. Wound up in Narbonne around noon. From there, I soon found yet another southbound and made my last French stop in a place called Cerbére.

Here I got a bit worried, as it didn’t really look like there was anything there and it didn’t look like I could get to Madrid, either. I would show you the shabby shot that I thought was the entire town, but instead I’ll show you the lovely little Southern French town that I discovered as soon as I got around the corner and under a bridge from the train station.

Cerbére. Most definitely NOT just a train station.

Cerbére. Most definitely NOT just a train station.

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SPAIN

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I couldn’t get to Madrid from Cerbére, but I COULD get into Spain. My first Spanish stop was a station/town called Portbou. I then found a train to… Barcelona. Not Madrid, but hey! It’ll have hostels and I did want to go there anyway, so no biggie. Only trouble was, I couldn’t get in contact with Emily. Our phones were being problematic.  She wound up in Madrid. Moving on…

A street in Bacelona.

A street in Bacelona.

I’m lying, a little bit, in showing you this photo first. It wasn’t this nice when I arrived. In fact, Barcelona rained on us pretty much the whole time. Blegh. But it had some damn cool architecture! We went around and saw as many of the Gaudi buildings as we could, and got to go insode the Sagrada Familia! My god, what a place. It was incredible to get to witness the construction of a modern-day Cathedral. And this guy’s work really is modern-day. It’s incredible.

Sagrada Familia, front entrance.

Sagrada Familia, front entrance.

Close-up of one of the statues.

Close-up of one of the statues.

Seriously, you’ve got to love the style. Modernism meets religion. They were made for each other. Oh wait…

Anyhoo, I was seriously impressed. The overall effect was both stunning and inspiring.

The finish on the ceiling, just starting to go in. This place is going to be stunning when it is finished.

The finish on the ceiling, just starting to go in. This place is going to be stunning when it is finished.

The above photo is worth a click. Go on, click it. Click!

Barcelona was also equipped with some pretty fantastic food markets. The main one we found, along Las Ramblas, was like a visibly loud and olfactorily overwhelming circus of edible delights. It would have been an almost sinful sight of sweets and gastronomic indulgence if not for the vastly predominating fruit vendors with their naturally brightly coloured and healthful wares.

Mmm! Fruits!

Mmm! Fruits!

Oooh! Sweets!

Oooh! Sweets!

There were also meats and fish and little restaurants and juice spots. It was pretty intense. I kept my bag in my armpit and my camera tucked well inside my clothes.

We went walking along the beach but the weather wasn’t cooperating as well as it could have…
Still, there were some cool sights.

Fish building.

Fish building.

I think there was a restaurant under there or something.

And some cool art:

A cool sculpture on the beach. It was actually a sort of tower thing... quite odd, really.

A cool sculpture on the beach. It was actually a sort of tower thing... quite odd, really.

We stopped several times in Madrid, as well, but didn’t get far from the train station, unfortunately. This was kind of in the middle of us getting a bit lost and turned around while trying to get South and not spend our ENTIRE trip stuck on trains.

Cool Madrid Buildings

Cool Madrid Buildings

Eventually, after much hulabaloo and trainarounding, we managed to get South. We wound up in this really nice little town called Mojàcar. It was beautiful!

Hello Cactus!

Hello Cactus!

Mojàcar, a white city.

Mojàcar, a white city.

It turned out our hostel was quite a hike from the bus station. You can see where sea level is here, and the bus station was down there, a ways up the shore. We had to hike up here with our 35-pound bags and groceries and water. Did I mention that on the way here I dropped said bag on my face? Well I did, and now I have a black eye and a band-aid. Bummer. But Mojàcar was nice!

From here we went back up to Barcelona and across to Italy by Ferry. Like I said before, I am now in Rome.

I will show you Rome later.

Right now, I am off to the Vatican, if possible, and Florence, if not.

Ciao ciao!

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I have been introduced to a new (well, new to me) type of music that appears to have been created solely for the purpose of causing fast dancing to happen. It all sounds exactly the same to me (almost, anyway) yet I found the hectic and singular, body-flinging mode of motion that it encourages everyone to partake of to be quite cathartic. Especially when partaking for over four hours and unto exhaustion in the wee hours. We went to this farawayish warehouse-like club that was allowed to stay open until 4am instead of three for some reason, and that extra hour really makes a difference. By the end my legs were as jelly-like as jelly itself. The place had a really great atmosphere – this whole drum-and-bass style music just gets everyone flinging themselves in all different directions and there is no way to do it wrong, really. As long as you keep moving fast and hard it just seems to work. You start doing things like trying to impress strangers with your jumping-straight-up and landing-with-a-thump skills. It was quite fun. My calves are still trying to figure out what the hell I’ve done to them, and my sockets are reminding me that despite my best efforts at flinging bits away, everything limb-like is still attached and capable of feeling sore.

I can’t; obviously, fully illustrate to you in digital what it was actually like to be there, but hopefully the following images will give you an idea. Fr background info: they were taken at the end of the night, well into morning, just before we left. The place had cleared out some, but I would say at least half of the patrons just stuck it right out to the bitter end and were quite united by that fact. There was a strange, strangery camaraderie drifting about in the crowd. Maybe it was “runner’s high”. Or maybe it was something in the fake smoke. Either way, I decided to sit my camera on the table and press the button about 15 times consecutively to get some kind of record. For the record, so to speak, as you see it here. Point being, all of these were shot in the exact same spot, within a few seconds of each other.

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How *did* that guy get up in the air like that?

How *did* that guy get up in the air like that?

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The evening was planned in celebration of James’s 21st birthday, so there were lots of us, and I made cake.

 

Guiness Cake, as seen in the GSA studio.

Yay! Cake! (as seen in the GSA studio on Friday)

Yes, it was guiness cake 😀

Oh yeah, and according to this photo, there was also this one guy there with a laser beam in his forehead.

"Watch out! Laserman is dancing out of control again!"

"Watch out! Laserman is dancing out of control again!"