Off to Europe we go….

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?

Wrong.

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?…

The Dwarfinator

One thing I love about being back in the UK….. is getting to drive and ride without fear of crashing or having someone crash into me.  Stopping at lights, giving way…. the list is endless!  Pure heaven.

 

Quick stop in BKK before heading to Europe

Been off the airwaves for a while.  Busy, busy.

A few weeks ago I flew into Bangkok.  Landed at 7am as per usual and wasn’t planning on staying the night, so didn’t have a hotel booked.   Not a problem, as my pal PRP was in town so I dumped my crap off at his place.

Plain sailing through the airport this time – no hang ups, hold ups, traffic or Chinese people getting in my way.

By 10am we were sitting down for breakfast in the Queen Vic.    Again, the usual stuff on the menu – all of it pretty good.

11am saw some pals pitching up at the Queens Park Plaza for a little lunchtime session.

The QPP is not the nicest place in Bangkok.  Bit grubby and run down these days.  Bit like most of Bangkok then.

Some pals joined us and we went at it full steam.  The bar ‘Rumours’? was our bar of choice. Only chosen as it was the first one we arrived at.    Can’t say the service was very good and we had to send a few bottles of beer back for not being as cold as we’d liked.

Now, I am not a beer drinking – but am fully aware of the issue with beer not being icy cold.  Many times we had people complain that the beer (bottles) we not cold enough.  Many times I’d have liked to have explained that the bottles had only been in the cooler for an hour – so either drink faster or stop drinking at 10am – you bloody drunks!

Anyway, some old woman at the bar was giving us dirty looks so we decided to head back to a mates apartment to see his dogs and drink anything he had in his cupboards.

Once the heat started dropping off, we headed to soi 18 to ‘Foxie’  – which used to be the Fox and Hounds.   It is owned by an expat I know.  He bought it with grand ideas of having an English boozer he could hang out at.  His (Thai) wife had a different idea (changed the name) and now it’s a full on Thai bar with LB’s mingling around.   The expat now stays at home.   We go there to show support – but am not sure why, as all cash goes to the wife.   Think I’ll swerve it from now on.

From there is was the usual – Top Secret,  Too Easy…etc….     Lomeo turned up – but by that time I was well on the way to wasted, having not touched a drop of booze in a month.

I was on a tight schedule so had my driver picking me up at 11pm.  Off to Hua Hin.

One night only was all I was to have in HH.    The next day Miss Tim and I were heading to Europe for our hols.    Which is where I am now.  In a little south of France in a little mountain village.

Top of a mountain.. where no one can hear you scream

There was the UK,  then to Barcelona, then to the south of France.   Tomorrow we are off to Paris for a few days and then off back to the UK for a few days until returning to HH.

I need a rest.

Full trip report to follow.    You’ll not believe this, but Spanish and French people really piss me off….