First and foremost, apologies for the lateness of this last post. I started writing this towards the end of my time in the Canaries and managed to finish it but, for some unknown reason, never posted it. The retard that I am. In case you wanted to know, I left Gran Canaria on 1st December 2012 and am now in Hong Kong. I was just browsing through the files on my USB and stumbled upon this little beauty so thought better post this late than never. In case you didn't, unlucky. Here is the grand final of '50 Shades...':
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Imagine yourself walking along the pier of a beach with velvety golden sands.You are surrounded by beautiful people of all different ages, all smiles and laughter. The sea is as clear and blue as the sky, the calming sound of the waves brushing against the shore is enough to send you to sleep. Then, out of nowhere, a massive tsunami hits and you are washed away into oblivion.
Snap back to reality. It's not a wave, it's beer or some horrid concoction of alcohol which some drug-induced, raving lunatic has just knocked in to me. I don't care though, I'm sufficiently wasted and that's all that matters. La Tomatera, a hangout which is conjoined to a squat, is my new place of interest! It's great, the place is frequented by life-loving, tree-hugging hippies and travelers. Every Thursday the residents of the squat offer free food, made with 'recycled' food (perishable food which has been skipped from bins), offer drinks and have a movie showing. The place does not charge for entry or drinks but encourage donations.
The squat is a construction of complete genius. It's an abandoned 3-storey house with a fully equipped kitchen and bathroom. The top floor is an open balcony where there are beds for people to sleep on as well as a little DL plantation! I'm actually quite envious and tempted to move in because they have full-length mirrors AND... wait for it... wait fooooooorrrrr iiiiiiiiiittttttttt...INTERNET, all things which our 'chic, modern' apartment lacks! All free of charge as well!
There are only two and a half weeks left. I'm at risk of sounding like an old fogey but I can't believe how quickly time is flying by. I'm still battling on with the DL and alcohol-related frenzy which takes place on this island though. In the past few weeks, Giuseppe's Pomodoro has had a mass turnover of employees, by mass I mean 3 people have either left or been fired. Giuseppe has instead 'hired', or for want of a more appropriate word, requested one of his friends from rugby and the wife of the chef to help out. No word of a lie, the last few times that J-Frog and I went the clientele was literally only Italians, the majority of which were male. You'd think that that would entice us in to going more often but these Italians are meat-feasters. Get a sufficient amount of alcohol down them and they're all over any young girl like an unrelenting genital itch. Giuseppe himself has started to show his loco (crazy) side. He comes out with the weirdest and most random shit and has also started to make advances on J-Frog to the point of unhealthy obsession.
Work is same old, same old. Shit, fuck-all to do, except chat with my colleagues and the cleaners downstairs but I love them all so it's totally worth it. J-Frog and I are practically joined at the hip. Not only do we live together and, effectively, see and go out with each other all the time, but we also message each other random crap on Facebook when we're at work ALL THE TIME. We even miss each other when we've been apart for longer than 2 hours. I don't know why I was so surprised when I saw that the last 7 (very long) posts on her wall were all from me! 'Needy' I hear you think. Well, no! I'm not attached, I just feel sorry for her because she has no other friends here! (Only joking J-Frog, kocham cie!)
For the past 2 Saturdays we have gone to La Plaza de Musica where there is live music played by local and national bands, in the bars surrounding the plaza. Our favourite bar is called Mojo, it's brilliant when said in an English accent. Most people get there around midnight and then afterwards there is music until the early hours and by early I mean 4-5am. If the after-party-like cacophony and raucous hoards of ravers are enough to scare you off, you can always go out to the plaza where there are hawkers selling beers for 1€, a dude selling hot dogs and loads of people smoking and drinking. It's a great way to meet new people and do some crazy shit, like run around naked and scrounge free drugs and alcohol.
The tides have turned and the weather is changing. The days are grey and the temperature only reaches a maximum of 21 degrees. But it's so much colder compared to when we first arrived. Central heating doesn't exist here so I have to use 2 duvets. It rains quite a lot as well which seems to be making people a little more gloomy. I guess this is good prep for when we go back to the freezing cold UK...
NO! No, no,no! Nein, nein, nein! I refuse to think like that. I have enjoyed every bleeding moment of my time here since the very beginning and WILL continue to do so until I bloody leave. So bring on more fiestas, more siestas, more DL and crazy, random, freaky antics!
