How not to travel - A day in Barcelona

Fuck me, I was actually up, showered and packed before the guy off the Walking Dead even stirred today. He's been up and clattering about at half 6 in the morning all week! Absolutely no idea what he does all day.

I wait downstairs in the lobby for my taxi that the insurance company has kindly organised. Although it's running late because the driver can't find the hostel. He has my mobile number, but it doesn't really help, as neither of us can speak each others native language. He eventually turns up. Short, hairy and sweating - I imagine from being slightly stressed looking for this hostel.

One of the hostel workers was complaining earlier that he had to get up and out of his room early because 2 of the other volunteers were shagging after a boozy night. Their names were Charlie and Lizzy. Their names suggest something cool and free spirited. However I was out with the pair of them in a larger group a few days earlier and I certainly wasn't left with that impression.
Charlies was about 9 foot tall, shaggy haired under-nourished, well spoken English skater dude, that slept in the temporarily converted shower room for free at the Hostel. He ate, probably more regularly than what is nutritionally safe, at the cheapest fast food joints that offered special 2 for 1 nights. But pretty much, he seemed happy with his lot.
Lizzy was a freckly faced, ginger Aussie girl who had only been at the hostel for a couple of days before I arrived. She was chatty enough.
Not really sure how those two ended up together but it conjured up some odd thoughts... I bet the room fucking hummed after they'd finished. They were fairly unkempt prior to coital activities...

At the airport, I paid the driver a tip as he arrived all stressed to fuck. He seemed fairly happy. I tipped regularly on the journey, not that I want a medal, but I think times are hard enough in Spain as they are. And if you can spare a few extra Euros, then why not?
In the line to check, there was a stunning girl. Dressed in black, black hair, dark eyes. I managed to pluck up enough courage to get a 1 sentence reply from her. She was carrying her pet Persian cat on board her flight to Vienna. No doubt to meet with her multi millionairre boyfriend with perfect teeth and a six pack. The cunt... Had a Lloyd Christmas style day dream where I was lighting my farts at the family Christmas dinner making her and her parents howl with laughter... Then caught a glimpse of myself in a reflection and snapped out of it instantly...

On the plane I had a full row to myself. Not even a flight buddy to talk to...

That figures...