“Duit tak boleh beli pengalaman.”
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There you have it. What I thought was a simple exercise of putting up my thoughts online from my little travel diary was harder than I thought it would be. For one, I did have 1000+ photos to sift through for the blog entries and the photoblog(s). Not to mention that I had to photoshop the selected ones as well. Imagine if I was being paid to do this, I’d probably afford another trip to Europe.
The trip may have not changed my life, but it was definitely one of my best vacations I have ever had. I have to say had I done this in my student days (I go back to Malaysia all the time), it would have meant doing it on a shoestring budget. Nothing wrong with that, but when you have a lil’ bit more, you get to see / do / eat more. Then again, that goes without saying.
I have learnt a few things (apart from saying la quenta, por favor) on this trip, though. Even reinforced a few notions I’ve always held regarding friendships as well. I couldn’t have asked for a better friend to be a travel partner. So, here’s to ya, kiddo! Give me a buzz next time you wanna go to NYC / the Andes / Mars.
There were a few things on reflection that I hadn’t mentioned in my travelogs:
– The cat in the bar near Anuar’s dig drinks alcohol and is perpetually bladdered. Really.
– People make you think that quite a lot of the Spanish in bigger cities speak English. Don’t believe that. Use your phrasebook. Apart from showing the locals that you are trying, it also makes your travels more interesting.
– Whilst it was nuts to travel to Spain in the scorching July heat, the were fewer people about. Just look at your friends’ travel photos in places like Rome. Damn.
– “Spanish women are the poor men’s Italian women”. What a load of tosh! Viva España!
– Renfe is not synonymous with the word tren.
– Ninie got cat-called / wolf-whistled by passing Spanish men (especially those on construction sites and road works) in 4 out of 5 cities. Tweet-tweet-tweet (Madrid and Granada), *undecipherable* (probably meant Cik adik sorang je ke? – Sevilla) and Pon!Pon! (Córdoba). Probably the guys in Barcelona weren’t really into chicks.
I think this would sum it up nicely:
Pethethethethe, hethethethethe. Boutros boutros-ghali.
now you’re making me regret not going even more! dang…
jeles la… boleh jejalan ‘free of trailers’ gitu. i’ve to go with stroller, nappy bag and wot not…. stress jadinya. i’ve to go to seville next, lum sampai lagi situ… asyik ke marbella je.
eh, next time kalau nak try ke south coast.. gimme a shout. can stay at our 2-bed beach apt in marbella… cheap-cheap one lah, can stay for a week or two; bayar our annual mainenance fee kira settle lah 🙂
from there, u can drive along the scenic coast to the southwestern tip, see jabal tariq and hop onto a ferry to morocco…
wow. ‘cara hidup peter stuyvesant’ betul. hahaha. apt on the costa del sol!
i hv the utmost respect for travellogue writers. i keep a separate travel journal tapi selalu by the 3rd day dah malas nak tulis apa, just keep stuffing all the maps and brochures into it. hehe
‘cara hidup peter stuyvesant’ … haha… lama dah tak dengar this phrase. one has to come from certain yesteryears to know this. tak de lah, normal lifestyle je.. holiday investment, nothing more.
anyway, kalau nak tengok super massive spanky luxury yachts with ferrari/posche/lambo/aston etc, boleh ke puerto banus nearby. memalam, waterfront promenade to happening.. byk niteclubs situ. pusing2 then boleh lepak pekena paela setalam sambil disepoi angin malam laut mediterranean di bawah kerlipan bintang…
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i guess, having a cute travelmate did make things great eh.. :))
kawan karib la. really.
eh how come anuar fariz no longer blogs?
hahaha. itu kena tanya tuan punya badan. anuarF, sila jawab. your peminat misses you!
Hung up my blogging cap already. Ran out of stories la.
kawan karib kerrr…. 😉
kawan karib awak sangat cantik, there it rhymes!
rhymes? with what? 😛
err .. karib & cantik, ok la maybe pantun serangkap ni tak jadi.. hee
masa darjah satu suatu waktu di abad lalu, buku bacaan tu… it started with:
ini ayam
ini ayam jantan
ayam jantan ini cantik
so…
ini kawan
ini kawan karib
kawan karib ini cantik
boleh ker? 🙂
and then there was:
anjing ini bernama durian. anjing ini anjing polis.
you have to be a child of the 70’s to remember this.
and apparently, according to my dad, police dogs had fruits for names.
hahaha, my grandad was no policeman, but his dog’s name was CIKU!
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