Caroline and Gunnar picked me up in Marbella in the middle of the night (big thanks!), and then we headed for the mountains, spotting a wild boar on the way
. Unfortunately Gunnar missed it, in turn making us miss out on some added game flavor to his "vegetarian" roof party curry. Which brings us all to Saturday night. 18 people or so turned up to the roof party (half the village or so I would think), including two young former strippers from Belgium and France, on a holiday in Jubrique. Lets just say they added more flavor than the entire wild boar population of Andalucia. There were even rumors about a spicy video floating around somewhere on the Internet. So if you happen to wonder why your Andalucian Internet connection has grinded to a halt, you may want to pop by Gunnar in his WiFi Caravan and see what he is up to... Having bought enough beer and booze to quench the thirst of decent sized Touareg tribe in Western Sahara, cooked excellent food as well as managed to invite two pole dancers, there was no risk that Caroline and Gunnar's party would finish anytime before sunrise or before I was stupidly drunk enough to try and polish my Polish with the two poles. Which brings us all to Sunday afternoon when I woke up alone in my bed with a decent sized pole and a Berber tribesman déjà vu. It was more than time for some water, beer and brunost before Leone-Morricone-Eastwood and company would whistle past. The rest of the day is partly a blur, but I remember looking at Jupiter and four of it's moons, as well as the neighborhood village through Caroline and Gunnar's telescope. Not sure where there were most life that Sunday night to be honest. Lets just say that the bedroom activity didn't make me want to visit any of the places anytime soon
On Monday afternoon we headed for a nice refreshing bath at some local waterfalls, after first having visited Caroline and Gunnar's new bar. Yes, that's right, they plan to lease an old bar in the village called Arco Iris, where they hope to serve the locals with tapas, pizza and the odd beer or thousand. The place located on the main street in Jubrique looked great, with lots of room for improvements of course, and I am sure they will have a great time running the place. Being far from fluent Spanish speakers, and never having run anything like a bar before, my friends impressed me once again. I am sure it will be a great adventure, and if anyone can get the place up and running it's you!!! So when I one day get desperately tired of my cubicle life, that's where my quadbike pizza delivery boy ambitions come into the picture...
After another very blurry party at the local disco on Monday night, we head for Marbella on Tuesday afternoon. It's time for my seven hour return leg to Madrid. But first we stop for an excellent Thai lunch in Estepona. It was so enjoyable that I almost missed the bus. In fact we arrived at the bus station at the same time the bus was pulling out, making a great end to an excellent weekend.
While on the bus back to Madrid, a good friend from Norway gives me a call and wonder if I have any plans for the coming weekend. Nope... Ok, then I'll book a flight and come visit you in Madrid. So it looks like I'll have another busy weekend (read beer and tapas) here in Madrid. Stay tuned...
So I managed two weeks in my cubicle before I had to escape again. Caroline and Gunnar invited me to a Saturday night roof party down at their donkey farm, and having a public holiday on Tuesday there was no way I could say no to a long weekend with good friends. Being a public holiday, the flights were either fully booked or hilariously expensive on Friday night, so I opted for the seven hour bus ride to Marbella instead. Chicken bus revisited it turned out. I cannot think of a single bus ride in Latin America, over a similar distance, in a more uncomfortable bus. Well it wasn't that bad and I am really not that fuzzy, but I was a bit surprised when I found no toilet as well as legroom. Bruce Almighty in Spanish was worth the trip though, not.