Lots of naked people/saggy boobs.
Monday, May 18, 2009
recently spotted on the beaches of Mallorca
Three men marching down the beach wearing neon green thong "Borat" bathing suits and carrying a PSOE flag. (for those that don't know, PSOE is the socialist party of spain ).
Monday, May 11, 2009
old lady chases bus, tries to get me kicked off
Ok, I have to be honest -- I really don't like blogging. Most blogs I read are annoying, and have convinced me that no matter how good your thoughts sound in your head...they should probably stay there. TUP (tremendous upside potential) is an exception. And besides, I talk pretty regularly to all the people who read this blog without my prompting anyway. But I feel like a bad person if I don't write in here once in awhile, so here's a funny story that happened to me on the bus back from the airport after my trip to Granada.
So, a cab ride from the airport is really expensive. Fortunately, there is a city bus, and since I have a city citizens card, it costs me about 90 cents to get from the Palma airport to the center of Palma. When I got to the bus, it was jam packed with Germans with walking sticks and safari hats, and the bus driver was turning people away because there was no room. He let me on because I only had my backpack and a shopping bag with me (which ripped during the bus ride). So everyone was packed into the bus like sardines, standing room only, people practically sitting on each others' laps, and I am hanging on for dear life to a handle next to the bus driver, directly in front of the entrance door. (which kept opening and hitting me in the butt). I am also going to mention that it was around 80 degrees and invariably someone smells really bad on the bus. Anyway, we are about halfway to the center of Palma (it's a 20 minute bus-ride) . When city busses are full, it's normal protocol to stop at the bus-stops and only open the back-door to let people off , since you're not allowed to enter through the front. If someone gets off, they open the front door and let someone else on. If not, the front door stays closed. So we stop at the first bus-stop, the bus driver opens the back door, and nobody gets off. As he starts to pull away from the stop, this little old lady starts chasing the bus. She was probably 80 something years old. Naturally, the bus driver stops again, so as not to give said old lady a heart attack, and as she starts pounding the front door with her fist, he opens it up and she jumps on the bus and starts verbally berating him. More or less, her story was about how the other bus that came by was full too, and she had been waiting for 30 minutes, and since she was old - she should be able to get on the bus. The bus driver said ma'am, I'm really sorry but as you can see there is absolutely no room on the bus. It would be illegal for me to let you on. But she's on a crazy streak and grabs onto a pole and says she won't let go until she gets to Plaza España. As the bus driver continues to try to persuade her to get off, her husband ambles over and they both start yelling at the bus driver about lack of respect for the elderly. Then, of course, the lady points at me - says that I am young and could clearly be walking, and tells the bus driver that I should be made to get off so that she and her husband could board. The bus driver tries to reason with her, and says that even if I got off, both her and her husband could not board. By this time, they've spent 5 minutes arguing and I cannot express to you how hot it was on that bus. And I'm not a bad person, I give up my seat on the bus for old people all the time, but we were wayyyy too far away from our destination and I was carrying a ripped paper shopping bag in my arms and a giant backpack with 3 bottles of wine in it and there was no way in heaven or hell that I was walking. Anyway after more arguing and more toungue lashing from the old lady, the bus driver finally scared her off and we went on our way. but as we pulled away the old lady was shaking her fist at the bus and her little old husband was kicking up dust in the middle of the road. Priceless experiences here in spain...priceless.
So, a cab ride from the airport is really expensive. Fortunately, there is a city bus, and since I have a city citizens card, it costs me about 90 cents to get from the Palma airport to the center of Palma. When I got to the bus, it was jam packed with Germans with walking sticks and safari hats, and the bus driver was turning people away because there was no room. He let me on because I only had my backpack and a shopping bag with me (which ripped during the bus ride). So everyone was packed into the bus like sardines, standing room only, people practically sitting on each others' laps, and I am hanging on for dear life to a handle next to the bus driver, directly in front of the entrance door. (which kept opening and hitting me in the butt). I am also going to mention that it was around 80 degrees and invariably someone smells really bad on the bus. Anyway, we are about halfway to the center of Palma (it's a 20 minute bus-ride) . When city busses are full, it's normal protocol to stop at the bus-stops and only open the back-door to let people off , since you're not allowed to enter through the front. If someone gets off, they open the front door and let someone else on. If not, the front door stays closed. So we stop at the first bus-stop, the bus driver opens the back door, and nobody gets off. As he starts to pull away from the stop, this little old lady starts chasing the bus. She was probably 80 something years old. Naturally, the bus driver stops again, so as not to give said old lady a heart attack, and as she starts pounding the front door with her fist, he opens it up and she jumps on the bus and starts verbally berating him. More or less, her story was about how the other bus that came by was full too, and she had been waiting for 30 minutes, and since she was old - she should be able to get on the bus. The bus driver said ma'am, I'm really sorry but as you can see there is absolutely no room on the bus. It would be illegal for me to let you on. But she's on a crazy streak and grabs onto a pole and says she won't let go until she gets to Plaza España. As the bus driver continues to try to persuade her to get off, her husband ambles over and they both start yelling at the bus driver about lack of respect for the elderly. Then, of course, the lady points at me - says that I am young and could clearly be walking, and tells the bus driver that I should be made to get off so that she and her husband could board. The bus driver tries to reason with her, and says that even if I got off, both her and her husband could not board. By this time, they've spent 5 minutes arguing and I cannot express to you how hot it was on that bus. And I'm not a bad person, I give up my seat on the bus for old people all the time, but we were wayyyy too far away from our destination and I was carrying a ripped paper shopping bag in my arms and a giant backpack with 3 bottles of wine in it and there was no way in heaven or hell that I was walking. Anyway after more arguing and more toungue lashing from the old lady, the bus driver finally scared her off and we went on our way. but as we pulled away the old lady was shaking her fist at the bus and her little old husband was kicking up dust in the middle of the road. Priceless experiences here in spain...priceless.
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