Dear G-or-gina and Popphie.
I am totally going to re enact this.
Edward, don't!
Me Me MEeeeE!! (and Lachlandia)
Monday, August 30, 2010
Guess what?
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Barcelona!
I might upset a few people when I say this but I expected more from you Barcelona, although I’m not exactly sure what.
I might focus on the positive and wait until I’ve seen everything.
I love the shopping.
Venturing off La rumbla is literally a maze of narrow streets and shops full of unique and wonderful things that I can’t afford. I can’t tell you how much fun it isn’t to go shopping with no money.
Street Performers on La Rumbla.
The many pubs
Flamenco dancing.
Flamenco pictures from we heart it
The food market
Market Pictures from we heart it.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
La Tomatina!
Imagine a bucket of water being tipped over your head. For those few seconds you cant breathe. You stand helpless, holding your breathe with your eyes closed. Now replace the water with smooshed warm tomato guts! You are at La Tomatina with 40,000 people participating in the worlds largest food fight! Also imagine you have tomato in your hair.
Now WAKE UP!
La Tomatina. A massive tomato fight held on the last wednesday of August in Bunol, Spain. Population 9,000.
Rules of engagement.
1. No bottles or harmful objects
2. No tearing other peoples t-shirts
3. You must squash tomatoes before throwing
4. Avoid the trucks!
Lachie and I ready to kick some ass. (I look super tuffff... grrr)
To begin a ham is tied to a greasy pole and some macho individual has to try and capture it. Once someone fetches the ham a horn will sound. The fight goes for exactly 1 hour ending with another horn.
The problem with the festival getting bigger and bigger ever year is that the street the tomato fight is held in remains the same size.
(Don't mess with us, we mean business faces)
Imagine the smell of tones of hot mushy tomatoes. Gagging right now.
The locals are awesome!
From below the crowds were chanting for agua and the locals responded by tipping buckets of water over everyone. I feel sorry for anyone that wasn't standing under a balcony.
Crazy watermelon heads.
We couldn't get to the main part of the fight as there were so many people. We were in the middle and I am glad. It's like a mini big day out with no crowd control. People were pushing and literally crushing people at the other end of the street. I am surprised no one was crushed to death.
1 tomato truck= no tomatoes
2 tomato truck = no tomatoes
3 tomato truck = no tomatoes!
Feeling a bit let down. We came to fight!
Then the crowds started cheering again. A horn started honking and I could see a fourth truck coming. I started to panic with excitement. (I was excited and scared at the same time)
The crowd parted to make way for the tomato truck but then the horn sounded and the battle of the tomato was over. So I thought.... The next thing I knew I was drowning in an orgy of tomatoes. People were squishing them in my hair. Everyone on the truck was hurling them at me. All I could do was stand there and take it. (I sure showed them) I didn't even have time to put my goggles on!
Tomato stings your face.
After one of the locals hosed me off!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Tiger Nut.
Waking up on a Saturday morning, hungry! Check the cupboard. Yess! Pancake mixture. You just add some water, shake it anddd... take a huge gulp, then fry??
Is it weird that I love the taste of pancake mixture so much that I drink it?
I’m sure that I’m not the only one. So for all you closet pancake mix drinking peeps out there, this blog is for you! I know your out there. Embrace it and consider the power of Orxata.
Orxata is my new favourite drink and apparently it is good for you! However the best part is that it tastes like pancake mix only more refreshing.
Orxata is vegetable milk made with tiger nuts, (this is actually a type of nut) water and sugar.
I’ve been told it has the following nutritious benefits.
1. rich in fibre and vitamins. High in Calcium and magnesium.
2. Eliminates colesterol.
3. It has antioxidant and tension compensating properties
4. Regulates intestinal function
5. No preservatives.
If only eating pancakes had this many benefits. I would be the healthiest gal alive.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sneak Peak
For Lachies birthday I bought us 2 tickets on a La Tomatina tour.
It's on Wednesday.
Take a look at what I have gotten us in to.
Hot! hot! hot!
Dear G-or-gina,
Valencia is hot. Like habanero hot sauce hot! It’s making me uncomfortable and at the end of every day I smell like a sweaty boy.
At around 5pm we thought it might be safe enough to leave the comfort of air conditioning and jump on a train to see the sites. WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! It was still 41 degrees! There is no escaping it.
In order to save a few bucks I took it upon myself to be the tour guide. For someone who has no sense of direction, I’m sure my group (Lachie) would agree that I make a fantastic guide.
Torres de Serranos - The Gothic city gates.
More yellow!
The fountain - Plaza del la Virgen.
The water court
is actually an event rather than a place but it is held in the plaza del la Virgen. A group of judges meet once a week in full view of the public to solve all water irrigation problems. Except there aren't that many problems so the meetings don't take that long. There has been a meeting there every Thursday at noon for 100 years.
There is a lot of great street art!
"It's all in your mind"
I had my first Paella in Valencia and I am very sad. It was the blandest piece of poo I have ever eaten. The whole meal was a disappointment. Sob.
This is Lachie's Paella.
This is what Google says a Paella should look like.
These little babies are my favourite part of every meal.
Olive oil and Vinegar to dip my bread in. Mmm
I just love vinegar!
Money Box Man
I found the Money Box man from markets blog.
Pretty sure it is all in Portuguese but take a look the pictures are cute.
Dirty 30 in Lagos.
We left Lisbon a day early, driving in the direction of Lagos with plans to stay at a campsite in Sines and spend a little time at the beach.
The campsite was completely empty and looked like a prison.
However, the beach was pretty so we ate our vegemite sandwiches and went for a swim. The water was so clear and warm as long as you stayed under; the wind was freezing.
To the right of the beach was a power plant. (truly picturesque) who knows what we were really swimming in?
Without a campsite we kept driving to our hostel in Lagos with hope they had room for us. They didn’t. However the lady organised a guesthouse for us instead.
It was like staying at grandmas house!
She had a dog named Nina
And a cat named Garfield.
Lagos is a beautiful cobble stoned city, packed with tourists, entertainment and beaches. 5 days spent in Lagos was a holiday within a holiday. I have left with a tan (on the front half of my body, the back is still white?) and smooth feet. The sand was great for exfoliation.
Each beach in Lagos is divided by rocks and grottos to either relax, explore or pretend you are posing for a bikini photo shoot. (I’m serious, I wish I could have photographed people being photographed) Lachie and I chose to explore. Our method of transport was a Kayak. It was all fun and games until Lachlan caused us to capsize.
I didn't realise that I talk so much about food so ill keep it to a minimum. It was delicious. I finally found a good pizza! Made in a wood fired oven and just the right amount of topping. My favourite was ham, cheese, tomato, spinache and egg.
Look at the view from our 'hostel'. Jealous??
I heart Casa Rosa!
Casa Rosa is a cheap place to eat and drink, meet other travelers (communal dining) and check your face book. 8 euros gets you "the hour of power". A massive almost home cooked meal and as much beer or wine as you can drink in an hour. Within minutes the quiet night out before Lachie’s birthday turned into the massive celebration.
Liv and Lach’s Lagos Pub crawl.
Buying Lachie his first drink as a 30 year old, a Pina Colada!
With every drink came a free shot in most places. (We went to a few) We played darts, (I won) drank more pina coladas, more shots. At dinner everyone said they were going to Monkey Bar, so we did too. It was insane. Obviously Lagos hasn't heard of RSA! Not that I am complaining.
I remember
1. Chicks dancing all over the bar.
2. The roof was too low for the chicks so they were hunch back bar dancing.
3. Ordering drinks through dancing chick’s legs.
4. Every shot we had the guys working the bar lined one up for themselves.
5. Jager bombs, rum and coke, vodka, black sambuca. (not by choice I feel like vomiting just thinking about it.)
6.Being lost for about 2 hours trying to find our hostel.
The only photo I took that night?
There were so many Aussies in Lagos.
Some dude: ”where are you from?”
Me: “Australia”
Some dude: “Ofcourse you are!”
Australian back backers are taking over the world. (along side Mcdonalds) We are everywhere.
I did meet one guy who claims to know “of” you both. (g-or-gina and Poopie) He plays basketball.
I'm Such a party animal. lol
They sell Sangria in a bottle as if it were coke, in the supermarket for only 2 Euros!
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