It was time to head to Europe. Again.
It’s no secret that I hate Airports. Well, actually the people in them. They’re all idiots. The latest addition to my list of Airport Hates – is the distance it is from the Emirates Lounge – to the Emirates departure gate. It is more than a 20 minute walk door to door. And that’s a walk you have to take AFTER you have had to listen to various assholes using speakerphone on their mobiles. Dicks.
A Lounge used to be a privilege/perk of flying Business or being or being a member of their little club.
Now, its a place full of riffraff. It’s no longer a nicer place to be than the rest of the airport. Burger king and a mooch around the shops is time better spent. Unless that is, you want to get drunk. Then the lounge is o.k for that.
So anyway… the UK and then head to Barcelona. As we hate airlines – be that Budget or expensive, the plan was to drive down through France and into Spain. Taking in some of the views on the way.
I bought a little Honda Type R just for the journey. If I was going to be driving, I wanted to be in a car that was fun to drive. I’d have preferred a convertible something, but Miss Tim melts like a Gremlin in the sunlight.
Driving through France was great. I got to drive on great roads, see great views and best of all – got to see the back of French people as I reached Spain.
The French roads have great rest/service areas. Nice little picnic spots and places to park up away from the traffic. Outstanding. But then again, for the price it costs to use the (toll) roads, they should also chuck in a lap dancer in each toilet cubicle.
It took only a day to get to Barcelona. Checked into the B-Hotel, which I must say was great. It’s not often you hear me give praise to a hotel. But this one was good.
Great rooftop bar and pool. We spent many days by the pool and evenings by the bar. Great relaxing time.
We were in Barcelona to visit Miss Tims oldest friend who was married to a Spaniard. Great hosts. Being Spanish, the husband wanted to give us an authentic Spanish experience and took us to (many) Spanish restaurants.
Can’t say I am too keen on Spanish food. Not that the food is bad, it’s just the way they eat it. I like toast and I like tomatoes. But I don’t like the way they cut a tomato and rub it in/onto the toast?! It tastes horrible. Give me some butter and marmite over that any day.
Next up was the main course. Fish and Sea Food. I’d rather eat my own hand. Luckily, my Spanish pal ordered me a steak. Can’t go wrong with a steak right?
It was dry. No sauce. I like sauce. Bit of mushroom, peppercorn maybe? Hell, I’ll have ketchup if it meant not having to force it down my throat dry. Ever tried to swallow a paracetamol without water?
So food was shite. The hotel was great. The booze was expensive. But we were on holiday so it didn’t matter.
We had a week in Barcelona. Time flew. We visited some great places, ate all over the place, walked all over the city and watched a whole bunch of people going about their business.
A nice touch from the hotel was a bottle of Champagne in the hotel room. Miss Tim wasn’t so impressed when she noticed only one glass. I said that was probably because only 1 person is paying the hotel bill…….
With Barcelona done – we were off to back to the South of France to meet up with a pal in a little French village. Has to be nice right?…