What are you looking at, punk?

We went to this underground punk rock concert last night. It was pretty sweet. The city council apparently gives them these old buildings to turn into concert venues. There was a mosh pit. Well actually there was really just us and the Italians we are staying with and every so often a random. Alessandro accidentally headbutted me in the nose. Mosh pits are fun. Then we went ot go to some other club. I wanted to stop and burn this couch but the Italians weren't so keen -more like Itali-lames... Nah just kidding these guys are really cool.

When we got to the club, it closed like half an hour later. Also, 50 Cent wasn't there so I guess he was lying when he said we could find him in the club in that song. Dick. Then we went to go to another club but it had closed. So we walked home. It was an hour walk, but there was heaps of sweet stuff to see on the way. I set up a shoe shop on the side of the road with some stuff I found in the bin, but Greg, fearing for my sexuality, kicked it down. I think I will always look back on my time as the owner of a shoe shop in Valencia fondly.

Team New Zealand may have sold out

We are in Valencia. It is very nice. Warm and stuff. Not warm enough to swim, but we did do that at a beach in Tarragona next to the old amphitheatre on the way down from Barcelona. Pretty much Spain is awesome.

We went down to the America's Cup village today. It isn't finished yet but I think it will be pretty good. There was no one at the Team New Zealand base -I think they might be training in New Zealand. Most of the other teams are. Actually I should call it Emirates Team New Zealand, because that's its official name here. And also, Steinlager has been cut as a sponsor to make way for the Spanish (and pretty average) beer Estella Damm. Selling out to the man, or the senor perhaps.

We are going out tonight because one of the guy's we are staying with, his home town football team in Italy won it's first game this season (18 matches so far). He says we can't leave because us being in Valencia has been a goof luck charm.

To the beach.... and beyond!

Today we took ye olde train from Barcelona (a wonderfully awesomely brilliant town) to Valencia (so far the same-ish as Barcelona) with a 4 hour stopover in Taragona.. or I think thats what it was called. It used to be the capital of Spain...back in the Roman days. It had a wall and a stadium thing and circus. All romanesque. So that was a mean as town. Have to go back one day fo sizzle. We also went to the beach... and beyond. Which mean swimming, and it was nice. As it normally is when its like 22 degrees and there aint a cloud in the sky. So that was sweet. Now were chilling wit some Italian dudes in their casa in Valencia. Its rad. Catch you on the flip side.

Spain

Temperature is in the 20s, strawberries are cheaper than in NEw Zealand, and wine in a dollar a bottle. Spain rocks.

We are going on a pub crawl tonight. More details later...

Spain is like Italy except with out as much old stuff. Oh and its like 50x better. And the spanish girls make the italians look like horses. Ugly horses.

Heading to Valencia tommorow.

That was the wine

The last post revealed, if you had'nt already noticed, that Al is an angry drunk. The Swiss gueards are friendly people and even the 'curtains' arent that impressive. We are about to leave Italy after like a week and a half of weather warmer than in NZ and were hading on to sunnier Spain. I'm wearing a t-shirt at the moment and last time I checked it was raining in NZ. Sorry.

Rome is hilarious. Especially when the police come and the counterfeit sunglass indian dudes run away but then some get caught and the police confiscate their shit. It's mean. In both senses. 1€ for 1 hour internet is sweet too. Well we best go and catch the bus to the plane to the bus. Or we might miss the plane to Barcelona. Try figure that out.

This beer is hell

There is a beer in Italy called Hell. We didn't buy it -mike the aussie did. It was bad. So we had a couple of casual bottles of wine instead to celebrate our 10th country so far -the Holy See. Its aka's as the Vatican, for those of you who don't know.

It was rainy and the police gave us some free umbrellas they had confisctaed out of a bin because some dodgy indian had dumped them there as he ran from the cops. It was mean.

The Vatican has lots of old stuff and paintings and shit. Forget the ceiling, the most impressive part of the Sistine Chapel is the walls which are painted to look like curtains. Like hardcore curtains. Mean.

I didn't fight the Swiss guards, even though I was angry at them for being Swiss.

I came, I saw, someone tried to pickpocket me

Someone tried to pickpocket me last night. And then we ended up in a bar where there was transvestites. That's what happens when you got to town with an aussie.