Karaoke In A Lisbon Bar

After trekking the streets we finally found a place that had room for four nights, on Rua Dos Bacalhoeiros. At 35 Euro a night it was even cheaper than the hostel, clean and in a great location above a restaurant. It was a guest house run by two old ladies. We were estatic and paid the deposit immediately.

Homeless In Lisbon

We arrived at the hostel, and were told that they were fully booked (and with a waiting list… imagine that?), so although I could stay for the two nights (as was booked), Ruth could not. I could, however cancel the second night and then we could go find somewhere else for the four nights. We were absolutely gutted when they told us this because the hostel was really nice. This must be the nicest they come in “hostel world.”

Blowing Up The Airport In Lisbon By Way Of Methane Gas

I cannot stop farting and seeing as I am sitting in one place and will be for the next hour or so it would not be polite for me to pass gas, not only might it upset those around me and cause possible suffocation but because it would also, cause me great embarrassment, but damnit I wanna fart so bad. I think it is because I was pigging out last night and then drank peppermint tea this morning to try and ease the bloating. I feel like a bubbling volcano. All this morning in the airport and walking from shop to shop I have been farting and running way from it leaving Ruth to inhale the fumes I leave behind.

Losing My Luggage at Madrid Airport and Getting It Back Again

Yesterday I burnt my eyes… and my nose, I feel unbelievably sore. This morning I couldn´t even rub cream on my face. It was so sore that I had to blot in on with cotton wool balls. I´ve smeared aloe vera cooling and soothing gel all over my face and body and I´m still hurting bad bad bad on mainly around my eyes and my nose. When I lick my lips it feels like they are about to bust open!

Are You A Top Or Bottom?

Top Or Bottom

After Gary reveals his “bisexuality” to me on a side street by Dam Square we catch up to Jay and Gary says to him, “I told her.” Perhaps that was what the attitude had been about earlier. Gary had probably told Jay that I didn’t know about his sexuality and so Jay wasn’t prepared to put up a charade for my benefit, considering the Europe trip was meant to be their “Gay..being free” holiday.

Coming Out As Bisexual On An Amsterdam Back Street

Raising The Gay Flag

Gary decides he is coming to Europe with a friend, but he is not coming to London as he had promised. He is going to France and Holland over a two week period. He asks me to come and meet them somewhere. I didn’t have many holiday days left from work and so told him I’d come for the weekend, whilst they are in Holland. The plan is that I am going to leave on the Friday straight from work get a cab to his hotel from the airport in Amsterdam and then leave on Monday morning, early, the same time that they are leaving to go back to Chicago and go straight in to work from Heathrow.

Spain is Racist

Spain Map

Spain is one place that I can unequivocally say I shall not go to again. I heard that they were racist bitches and I really saw it too. From the stares to being treated as if you are invisible it is a place that certainly does not need to be considered in future vacation plans…