Dienstag, 9. August 2011

so i arrived in barcelona earlier than my friends. i then locked my luggage at the airport and went off to the city to see things!
while i enjoy good company, i find it extremely comforting to travel alone. there is this social apsect that comes in. you react to people in a different way when you are on your own and thus meet the most interesting people.
i spend the whole day running around,eating bad food, and observing people. i then went to a nice coffee bar and overheard a nice talk between two guys from new york,who would later tell me about the book i had just bought at the aiport.












this was the book i bought at the airport, i got a bit obsessed by this type of novel,it all started with graham greene's"the end of the affair,which i liked-for what reason ever, maybe because i find the concept of human connection in these novels so interesting. however, i really had a hard time picking the "right" book. i had to choose between the poor prose of murakami and the usual outworn vampire kitschy novel which is all about virginal brides..i then found out the hard way you can't trust "penguin classics" no longer..

so i just had to take a picture of that one. i mean seriously, she's got the body of 10 year old boy and the head looks like bomb desperately waiting to explode. if you are into that type of woman you got some serious issues.
this reads "ray bari".i always find fake glasses extremely uncomfortable to wear but i consider it utterly creative how people can alter the "original" version.

i wonder if it really turns off people.

me and a friend borrowed us some longboards and drove along the pier. it feels so perfect to do that and later swim in the sea.
people queuing on the boarding gate.this is ridiculous. i can never understand why they care so much about getting into the plane being the first one.
it‘s almost if it makes them feel comfotable waiting in a queue,maybe they are secretely looking for some kind of order, as if everything else was chaos.

some people really have weird luggage. what's the sense of that?