so.

my bus leaves to cadiz in 20 minutes. I just got back from 3 days in las albujarras with my italian friend johnny.

we stayed in orgiva, which due to its proximity to malaga and therefore british tourists concerned with getting a tan and expecting that the rest of the world learn english, is home to a 'large british new age expat community', as the lonely planet guidebook says. in reality, it's a disgusting, seedy tourist trap of a town filled with weird, tweeked out looking old british people with no teeth wearing football jerseys and crust punks. tons of crust punks.

I had to explain to my friend johnny who the band 'leftover crack' were because I honestly felt I was at one of their shows, forced to smell all of the drunk, leather faced assholes with mangy dogs on a leash. the first day we were there a crust punk wearing a hat made out of a flower pot was dumpster diving in front of us and opened up a plastic bag filled with rotting meat. as in at least a week in that bag rotting meat. we both almost threw up.

but the place we stayed at was cool and rustic and out in the middle of nowhere and cheap as hell and we visited some small towns that were cute enough, though the omnipresent smell of garbage and dog shit is starting to wear on me.

I probably sound like a cranky asshole, but hey, I had to wake up at 6 in the morning and walk half an hour along an unpaved trail so I could wait at the bus stop while the living dead in drug rugs and skate shoes pilfered the trash can next to me.

and in 15 minutes I am off to cadiz, where I will work on my tan and expect that the rest of the world learn english and get drunk on the beach until 4 in the morning.

vacation, motherfuckers. vacation.