It's been almost a year since I last updated, and I feel ashamed to say it, but at this rate it's almost been two years since the trips themselves - it's May 2016 now and I went on this trip in May 2014, so I can't recall a lot of the details, but it's astonishing what photos can do to jog your memory.
The last Barcelona entry because this is the eighth one of this series and I really want to wrap this up. There isn't a whole lot left to say about Barceloneta that hasn't already been said - I went there with Nadja and the gang, but most of them left before I did since I planned my stay for seven days, because this was my first proper trip after all, and it was a bit of a trial run for me. In any case, that made me realise that I would require about 3 days tops in a city, and probably about a day and a half for smaller towns or cities that only consisted of an Old Town or three.
Barceloneta though. At this point nearly all of the old gang had gone on to other places - Henri and Piia to Nice, Nadja to Morocco, Luis and Jozef-Pedro to Portugal, Alin on to Greece, and Yuta back to Lille. I remember sitting in the communal kitchen sipping my coffee capsules as I always do, feeling really quite desolate and missing my new friends, and then as always stiffening my upper lip and going off to wherever it was I'd decided to go for the day.
Barceloneta and the Mediterranean. The ticket I'd bought for the Royal Shipyard included a tour of a skiff, which of course I had to visit. It wasn't anything too fancy, but was definitely worth a visit.
Went off to the infamous and ultimately overrated La Rambla, which was just a long boulevard. Apparently there are a lot of pickpockets here but no one wanted to pick my pockets. I suppose I look poor and destitute.
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| Obligatory picture of the street sign |
Last day of Barcelona. I had a late afternoon flight to Lisbon, or Lisboa, and I decided to to to the Parc Guell in the morning because the hostel was basically right next to the Parc. Gloomy, overcast sort of day, terrible for photographs. Parc was yet another architectural wonder by Antoni Gaudi. I wasn't overly fond of it again, but it was another of those "must-see" places, plus it was right next to the hostel and I had time to kill before my Lisbon flight, so I spent the better half of the morning there.
Went back to the Espanya where I'd gone with Nadja previously. There was a bus that went straight to the El Prat airport, and I still had my Hola Bon pass. Adios Barcelona for now.
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| This was the bus I eventually took to the aeroporto |
In the El Prat airport. I was peckish and got something to eat at the McDonald's of all places, used the airport wifi for a bit (all 30 minutes of the free access it provided) and waited around for my flight. I feel that a lot of my trips consist of loads of waiting; waiting for buses, waiting for flights, waiting for the planes and the buses to reach their destinations, etc etc.
That concludes it for Barcelona. I'm not sure if I want to come back here again - I feel I've had enough of it - but perhaps some other parts of Spain in the future, like Seville, Madrid or Valencia.
