It's Always Sunny in Mallorca
Trip Start Apr 25, 2012
17Trip End Nov 12, 2012
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Cardiff was a very nice city. Swansea was quite the opposite, although there was some fantastic scenery just outside the city. Wales was fun, and I had a great time with great couch surfing hosts. However the stories aren’t that interesting compared to the experience I had in Mallorca. When I first arrived in London over a month ago I was wetting myself as I aimlessly wondered the streets, but now there is nothing like the feeling of having no bloody idea what you are doing. After one night staying with a Czech girl I had to resort to a hostel for only the second time. After the experience in Brighton I didn’t have high expectations, and yet it turned out to be the best thing that has happened to me so far on this trip
The hostel I chose had the friendliest atmosphere and the best staff, and unlike Brighton meeting people here was simple, with the downstairs bar being a great place to just sit and talk with strangers all night long. With there being an enormous amount of Germans on the island, there were also some beer halls nearby, which were totally insane! The people I met included an awesome Italian bloke who could speak four languages fluently, several very good looking American girls, and a couple of Brits who were quite literally the funniest blokes I’ve ever met. These Brits loved to give nicknames, and I was affectionately known as 'Oz’ (like most other Aussie blokes they meet). Oz isn’t bad, but the middle-aged drunken Argentinean bloke who hangs out at the bar and mumbles in Spanish seemed to enjoy being referred to as ‘asshole’.
With the weather in Mallorca always being so warm, a lot of naive tourists find it a great idea to go skinny dipping in the middle of the night. Some dodgy locals love to take advantage of this, and I had been clearly warned by several people. But after a few drinks and when you are with a stunning American girl you tend to forget about the warnings and lose all of your common sense. Leaving everything except our birthday suits on the beach, the bandits were at least kind enough to leave behind our thongs (flip-flops if you aren’t Aussie)
As bad as that was I’m glad it happened. I had another bad experience the next day that I could have done without. It rarely rains in Mallorca, but when it does the thunder strikes can be quite unsettling. There was a huge blast that made me think some Islamic extremists had discovered that there was a large amount of Americans staying at the hostel. According to the British blokes the sight of me jumping over fences with my hands over the back of my head ducking for cover is the funniest thing they have ever seen. As I ran inside I collided in the doorway with a couple of staff, who were running outside to see what was going on. I can now add lightening to the list of things I am scared of.
I also met a guy on couch surfing who couldn’t host me because he was living on a yacht. His name was Julian (Yoo-lee-an, because he is German) and his job is to renovate the yacht in the morning, then sit on the deck drinking rum and coke in the afternoon. It was quite cool hanging out with him, especially being taken around the bay on a blow-up dingy and seeing the city of Palma from the sea. We also went cliff diving, and it’s something I wouldn’t have even dared try before I came overseas. It proved just how much this trip has been changing me for the better.
Sadly, it had to end and I am now back in London. After such a hectic week with lots of beers and next to no sleep I feel a bit sick and need to recuperate. But provided I can somehow get some cash without my card, the big one is about to happen. My next destination will be Iceland. Can’t wait!