Me on Eclipse
Esperanza
Manuchakra
Frank on a 7b roof
Juan at La Pedriza
Brion on Diabolique
Santa Linya and Albarracin from ben tsui on Vimeo.
Santa Linya and Albarracin from ben tsui on Vimeo.
I’m back in Dublin now, but I haven’t put together any footage from my trip to Spain because I’m studying for another set of midterms. I was supposed to arrive yesterday morning, but instead arrived at 2:00 am today. Yesterday I missed my flight because I took the bus to the wrong terminal. Who knew that Terminal 1 and Terminal 2 could be so fricking far apart? Even though I arrived at the check in desk 45 minutes before my flight left, there was nobody there. Bastards. After a 10 minutes of non stop swearing (in my head, of course), I used my handy dandy Mac to book another flight home. Luckily, there was a Ryanair flight leaving late at night from another city, Giorna. So, I took a few metro stops and bus rides to another airport and arrived at my apartment 15 hours later than expected.
One thing to note is that I met a cool guy named, John. John is an actor who lives in Dublin and also missed his flight to Dublin. I saw John at the airport, cussing (out loud), and I asked if he wanted to travel with me to Giorna airport. How did I know he was going to Dublin? Well, it’s kind of easy to pick out an Irish accent in Barcelona, especially if the accent came out of a burly red headed man. It was nice traveling with John because it made me more confident in trying to get out of my sticky situation. So I guess my morning disaster wasn’t ALL bad, because I made a new friend out of nowhere.
John Carey
Here is a video that took me about 10 seconds to put together. It's all about the scenery.....the rest sucks.
Climbing in Ireland from ben tsui on Vimeo.
Right now I’m on a train heading back to Barcelona. I’ve been in Valencia all weekend, exploring the city, solidifying new friendships, and eating a lot of good food. I was not planning on going to Valencia because I was tired of travelling with my heavy and bulky crash pad , even though I would have a free place to stay at. But when my German friend, Carson, told me he was driving there to pick up his friends, I took it as a big sign that I should not leave Spain without seeing one last city.
I stayed with a couple I met in Albarracin, David and Gema, and had an incredible time getting to know them. They are very knowledgeable of the city’s history and were very generous people. They took me out into the city to eat tapas, explore the city, and see the great hemispheric. I had a great time getting to know their friends from Seville, who didn’t speak a lot of English, but were hilarious to interact with.
1. Met 20 amazing people by going out of my comfort zone.
2. Climbed a lot of rocks
3. Got sick (literally) of traveling by train and bus.
4. Fallen in love with Spain
I had the weekend to kill before I left for Barcelona, so I decided to go climbing around Ireland. On Saturday, I went back to Glendalough to go bouldering with Sean. It was very scenic and just a fun place to hang out. On Sunday, Sean took me to a place near Wicklow called, Glend-lock-ness (have no idea how it’s spelled). There were a few people there, but not many are willing to hike for 45 minutes in a wet, swampy field. Although the view was spectacular and the climbing was descent, I don’t think I would go back without some hardcore rain boots.
Today is Monday and I am stuck at the Lleida transit station because I missed my train to Balaguer by waiting in the wrong fricking line. No worries, a guy told me to use the same ticket to go somewhere else, where Balaguer is on the way. I didn’t sleep last night because I wanted to use my sleepy energy to pass out during my flight to Barcelona-it’s a pretty swell system I have going on right now. When I arrived, everything was getting drenched. Although it was raining cats and dogs, I still went in the city to kill some time before my bus left for Balaguer. As my luck would have it, every bus was canceled due to bad weather conditions, so I had to take a train. There were a lot of little annoying things about the bus to train transition, but it’s probably only worth summary:
Friday, March 12
Balaguer
After Balaguer, I took a train to Lleida, Zaragoza, and Teruel. This should have only taken 4 hours, but due to ONE fricking train arriving 10 minutes late, my schedule was ruined and the journey took me 12 hours. Hijo de puta! Due to the lack of sleep and spending 8 hours in a train station, I caught a weird infection in my throat. Out of desperation for a warm bed, I took a taxi from Teruel to Albarracin. There were buses going from Teruel to Abarracin, but I missed the last one (damn train) and did not want to wait until tomorrow. I asked a lady at the Molino del gato, a former water mill reconverted in bar ,where I could find a cheap hostel and I ended up at the, Meson del Gallo.
Saturday, March 13
Albarracin
Today I went climbing with the fellows from Austria and Canary Islands and found a nice couple from Germany that needed another person to share a bungalow with. I decided to take it easy and give my tendons a break, so I took a nap and walked around the city. Albarracin is pretty famous for their homemade cheese, so I decided to eat only that today and now I feel fat and satisfied. It was pretty cool just hanging out in the city, watching Madrid beat Valencia while eating tapas and bocadillos. I also met a nice couple from Valencia who were very nice and welcomed to show me around their city anytime, so I will definitely take them up on their offer. Now I am going to eat some more cheese.
Wednesday, March 17
The weather has been amazing, but my arms and shoulders are hurting pretty badly. Sharing the bungalow with Frank and Anna has been a blast. Everyday we get up, eat breakfast, go climbing, eat dinner, watch climbing videos and go to bed. Tomorrow it is supposed to start raining and it won't stop until next Monday, so I will probably head out to by then.
Videos will be posted when I return to Dublin....