I had a fantantic holiday,
I went back to Estepona where I grew up in southern Spain. I rode my bike to Gatwick Airport and Parked it up there for free! Yes FREE Airport parking for motorcycles! Whoop-Whoop! By the end of September the weather here in England is getting cold already, so my commute to the Airport on the M25 motorway was horrible with lots of Fog. But I managed to find my turn off. I jetted off into the morning sun to Gibraltar looking forward to being picked up in Spain at the Frontier by my best friend Pako. He reckoned we are getting too old to be riding shitty buses.
I found the funniest auto service sex shop in the middle of the streets just outside Gibraltar. It said Bocadillos (Sarnies), Refrescos (Softdrinks), SEX SHOP (universal), and to its left another vending machine with Cigarettes! Fucking Awesome I thought! i have worked in Harmony on Tottenham Court Road. Now located around the corner on Oxford Street in London. So I am inclined to like my sex shops. This was just too funny!
I arrived in Estepona and could not resist a Walk around the Sea Front and a Plunge in the Sea. Of course my mates thought I was Mad, but I was in full tourist mode. Not being there in years I wanted to make the best of the sun. I made good use of the beach in that week that I stayed there making good use of the long 3km of main beach that Estepona has. I walked up and down the sea shore nearly everyday. From one tip to the other. Its fair to say that my feet are now exfoliated.
Also I'm planning to actually return to Espana for Good as I believe I am not welcome nor liked in England as much as I am back in Spain where I grew up and people just get me! And like me for being sort of foreign. But Not! As i adopted spanish ways of thinking long time ago.
One afternoon after having a wonderful barbeque on a rooftop with mates I got picked up by Chris and Charito for a little raod trip to La Sauceda. That is a natural park area up in the mountains on the frontier of Malaga and Cadiz with its litle huts that used to be up for rent. Six people can get a good nights sleep or party like happy animals on whatever venom you like to alter your mood with. We normally chose "Mongis" or Acid back in the day. We've had some magically bonding friendship moments in places like these over the years. It such a shame that this lovely natural Albergue has been closed for lack of funding since about a year ago!
My mate Chris had been fucking around tugging at the machine in the toll booth on the motorway to get there for some time. And had managed to fuck his finger to bits my trying to get a 10Euro Note of the machine that was jammed. There is still a crisis in Spain! Not enough work or money tanks to the fucking stupid and greedy european central bank cocking up their economy by lending them shit knowing for well they could not pay it back. :( Wankers all of them!!!
All in all it was AMAZING to catch up with the best group of friends I've ever had. It's amazing that you just pick up with good friends where you last left it. Albeit 6years ago. Some even 10. Its like I was never away!! I total belong there! Por La Gloria De Mi Madre!
From Estepona I movedup the Coast to Alicante where my Parents have now retired. It was a long bus journey from Marbella to Elche. For my Final Destination in Torrevieja where the Father collected me. The night bus with Morrocans was not the best journey I've ever had but I managed to get a few hours sleep in the dead of the night. We left Marbella at 00.20 and arrived in Elche at 08.40 after a few honks from the bus driver for praying nutters on their mats. I want to show a picture of ow the morning sun nearly killed us all. Practically evaporated me like an atom bomb would of done. Good job I had my Oakley Sunglasses (Si si las de Bacalaero') to save me from sure death. This was probably just approaching Murcia coming down from the mountain region of Granada. That surely woke us all up!
So after all the late nights with old friends and lots of booze I was Nearly at my parents home. Where I could detox and get me lots of snorkelling in the rocky waters of Alicante. Also I had the pleasure of having a few friends in that Area, my Tattooists which I could not visit for any work as I was skint, I still need to finish off my sleeve shorty of deep space that Georgi Mirchev is free handing for me. Not for free i'm afraid :D
Here Is Torrevieja my folks live in a rather British Ghetto, Beautiful Albeit. But very Plastic Spain compared to the lovely Estepona tand Campo de Gibraltar they left behind a few years ago to retire. Still It suited me for another stint of my break from the hell of work and Britain in General.
So here comes a dodgy selfie of me after an all nighter on the coach, taken at elche bus station. I had a long wait until my local bus left for Torrevieja. So I had plenty of Cafe con leche and a Bocadillo de Lomo. The equivalent of a bacon sandwich but made with the back piece of the bacon included in our british rasher. Much better than a british bacon sarnie I may add.
Well, sadly the uploader has failed on me so its clear to me that this NEW LAYOUT NEEDS MORE WORK.
I'm actually still doing my best to enjoy this new layout. Trying! But not happy yet.
My argument is "IF SOMETHING IS NOT BROKEN DONT FIX IT!!!!!"
Well, ther eis not too much to show of the Torrevieja part of my holidays at home with Mum & Dad, just a few beaches that are worth a look and for you who would want to see me naked in my flippers just go look at my folders :D
The pictures worth sharing I shall blog another day with a resume of who I am and What I do!
Much Loveeee to all you alternative awesome brains and sexy people. Lets not forget to keep being awesome!
xoxoxo