Sunny Brit and fear&loathing in Madrid…

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It’s been some busy few of days since I’ve left London and my host in Harlow, to go North to Lincoln, Norwich and last to Bungay. And then back south to meet Vlad Mereuţă in the Capital and through Dover into Calais, towards Paris. I’ve spent one afternoon, evening and the following night in the first city from my list, Lincoln, with Hedădi taking me out for drinks in a few of their pubs and clubs. Hădade stays with a nice British couple that treat him like their own, so the bastard got pretty lucky. The guy drives him into and back from the center of the city whenever the brat wants to get drunk with his school-buddies. And they always take good care of him, so he’s a well fed piglet whenever he decides to visit his parents and friends back in Romania. When he’s in the UK though, he charms girls by saying he’s a Prince in Romania and that his father is a king. Not like most of the chicks even know where Romania is… Plus, “he’s not a king in political way… it’s like — sort of like with your queen“. So he’s just a prince by blood, not by rule.

I dumped the guitar (waiting for Hădade to ship it back with a truck), kept the ukulele and left the next afternoon and got to Norwich by train, courtesy of Hedădi’s pounds. I watched “Into the Wild” on the way there, ’cause people have been recommending it since I’ve left. And boy, let me tell you… does he die at the end! He just starved. Yep. Just so you know. It’s pointless watching it. He didn’t make it. He be hitch-hiking for about one year to where he wants to go, Alaska, the river gets high behind him, eats some starvation roots, dies, the end.

Now that we’ve got that cleared up… After arriving in Norwich I took a bus to Bungay, which is a nice little British market-town of about 14.000 souls. They have every street in a “Upper Something”, “Lower Something” naming and a big cathedral. Other than that, they used to have a total of no less than 33 pubs. Most of them are closed now, probably because the bartenders had to visit each other to keep all of them packed, each for one day.

I’ve stayed with my ex girlfriend’s mom and her boyfriend Colin (who’s a butcher in Bungay and passionate about fishing). Had a nice dinner and drank British tea and then I got my first good night rest in a while.

With a fat 60 pounds sponsorship from the nice Bungay couple (thanks Dana and Colin). I headed to London, to meet my next host, Vlad Mereuţă [blogs here], and recovered my precious red notebook with all the trip notes that I haven’t transferred yet. I had forgotten it in the Wunjo guitar shop on Denmark street, where I got my ukulele. Thanks, guys, for not throwing it away in case I came back. Everybody – visit Wunjo’s, even if you can’t sing (like me, i.e.). Do NOT visit “famous” Hank’s guitar shop on the same street. They suck and don’t check their e-mail.

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Fear and loathing…

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I managed to miss ALL ferries to Calais from Saturday afternoon up to the very evening, planning to catch a ride all the way to Paris, with someone else crossing over with a car. I did have enough reserve money, since I still had about 30 pounds from Dana’s and Colin’s donation in Bungay and 40 euros from Vlad in London. I had enough to take me all the way to Paris by ferry (if caught on time), bus and/or train, but I just thought I’d try my luck with a free ride, at least up to Calais.

And I’m in Madrid now. Spain. Yeah.

I met Señor Brit (not his real name) in Dover. He was supposed to go all the way to Málaga, in a crazy 24 hour long no break ride to dump a car before flying back home with a booked plane ticket. We were already at the security check point, preparing to board the ferry, facing a thorough sniff-dog search… when Señor Brit decided to stuff his what I later found out gasping in surprise to be nothing less 1 gram of pure cocaine.

He “cleverly” stuffed it inside… himself, as he informed me some half way into the ride. But he did soon get it out of his system with 3 Jacks on the ferry. So what’s more interesting for a young journalist on the road than a story on that?

Before we go any further – since the 2000 km ride with him was only at it’s iceberg tip – let’s get to know Señor Brit a little more. He’s born in Essex, was homeless by 16, in prison for getting into a fight by 18 and now is holding a nice honest job of dumping cars into Spain, where they get re-registered, just before being declared stolen back in the Kingdom, in a well organized insurance scam.

After wasting 2 hours in Calais, with only shreds of fume from an empty tank, looking for a petrol station, either running or driving backwards on the high-way at midnight, we rushed towards Paris, to try to get me in time for the end of the metro schedule, and finally reach my host. We were there way past his bed time, so I decided to find more about my most entertaining driver so far, by staying with him until Madrid.

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Señor Brit, on Spanish villas: “It’d freak me out to live on that cliff like that. One little earthquake and you’re fucked to God, ain’t it? Wake up with both your legs broken and screaming for help. Having to eat your own arms so you don’t starve to death — Help, help, I’m all out of arms.

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We were shit out of time by morning in the South of France, passing into Spain, dried out of money by the toll-stations getting on different high-ways, 500 km away from Madrid and 1000 km off of his final destination.

By the way, Señor Brit listens to Blink 182 and Avril Lavigne. About 10 Red Bulls into their albums, he was already seriously thinking of dumping the car, since his employer had under-estimated the costs and there was no way to get extra cash in time to buy petrol and reach the night flight back to the UK — that’s IF he got the car in place for the pick-up for Spanish associates on time.

But by the time we were close to Madrid, he realized his only chance is to force the little juice he had in the Range Rover to Málaga, as he didn’t have enough cash for a train ride from practically anywhere to the airport.

I was off at Terminal 1, met my host, Moldy (living with Vlad and Bogdan), while Señor Brit is away to Málaga. He’s been the freakiest ride I’ve got so far and I got the chance to have my personal very first donation, splitting the 40 euros I had left after paying tolls on the way. It felt good helping back someone that helped me.

[DISCLAIMER: above info is not confirmed by third parties; as in I won't even be the second one in any legal related circumstances, as everything I write is subsequent to my subjective mind - so, no, I won't be testifying; if necessary, this blog is a mere product of my imagination]

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Leaving the Kingdom.

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Breakfast in London, lunch in Madrid, dinner in Calais (not in this order).

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JeRoLondonCone

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[later edit] Señor Brit is safe home. If life treats us good (so mostly if I don’t die), we’ll meet again soon. I’m visiting Madrid and leaving to Paris tonight, getting there in the morning, by train (record donation from colorful anonymous).


37 comentarii

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  1. Mai 11, 2008 la 19:55
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    toader zice ca:

    cine e ma hosterul care sta la paris? are un nume ceva?

  2. Mai 11, 2008 la 20:02
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    Andi zice ca:

    Ha! Azi am citit doua posturi cu numarul 2, diferite. Asta pentru ca in timp ce eu citeam pagina 2, tu ai postat inca una, asa ca 1 de mai inainte s-a transformat in 2 si a fost foarte naspa, asa ca te rog sa nu mai faci asta.

    In alta ordine de idei, te-am descoperit doar cu putine zile inainte sa pleci (adica jegul, care, ca si cuvant, este printre preferatele mele), dar pana acum nu am spus nimic, pentru ca am asteptat o asemenea intamplare sa-mi pice din… de undeva si sa fiu prima care iti comenteaza un text. Ma bucur foarte mult ca ai reusit sa faci pasul asta (sa te eliberezi de toate legaturile astea ale societatii) chiar inainte de momentul pe care ti-l propusesesi si abia astept sa fiu considerata “majora”, ca sa pot sa alerg si eu prin Europa cea batrana si cu multe riduri (a.k.a. cetati medievale, comori ascunse – prin masele? ew, nu vreau sa-mi imaginez – si other stuff).

    Faza cu Senor (“gn” e in franceza, iar in spaniola are un ~ deasupra :P ) Brit pare smulsa dintr-un film cu mafioti. Dar pana si filmele trebuie sa se inspire din ceva, nu? :)

    Iti urez o calatorie placuta in continuare si… la cat mai multe filmulete! (ca poate la sfarsit faci si un lungmetraj)

    Andi din Sf. Ghe.

  3. Mai 11, 2008 la 20:19
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    fcb zice ca:

    duuude… lusinica!!! mi-ai stricat pofta de into the wild. pd de alta parte: pescarusii aia sau ce-or fi din finalul fimuletului is grozavi. :D

  4. Mai 11, 2008 la 20:22
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    Darius Groza zice ca:

    Toader: Antoniu. Da’ o plecat de la Paris. Am alţii doi acolo şi poate el mai târziu; n-am ajuns încă. Am trecut pe lângă, era 3 dimineaţa, pe nişte încrengături de construcţii la autostradă. Mai ‘colea.

    Andi: Mulţam! Corectat cu “ñ”, de asemenea. Etimologia numelui se explică prin faptul că-i din Marea Britanie, da’ m-a dus în Spania. Şi este un personaj din “Flight of the Conchords” (care-i şi formaţie, youtube it), pe care-l cheamă Bret, da’ se pronunţă Brit, cu accent neozeelandez. De acolo mi-a venit ideea, da’ Brit se continuă cu “ish”, în cazul ăsta. Aşa, pentru anale… :)

    Flaviu: Deci moare, da?

  5. Mai 11, 2008 la 20:32
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    danny zice ca:

    I KNOW COLIN!!!! BUT DIANA?? WHO THE FUCK IS DIANA???
    WE LIKED THE LONDON CONE ANYWAY!

  6. Mai 11, 2008 la 20:33
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    solomongaby zice ca:

    Nu e cel mai inspirat film pe care til putea recomanda cineva …. tinand cont de final :) )

  7. Mai 11, 2008 la 20:35
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    Heidadi zice ca:

    pe ce prostii strici tu lirele fraiere

  8. Mai 11, 2008 la 20:43
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    Darius Groza zice ca:

    Uhm… it’s Dana? I always thought it’s Diana and I wore “Păstaie’s mom” or “ex girlfriend’s mom”. So change to Dana?

    AND YOU SAID “FUCK”!

  9. Mai 11, 2008 la 21:23
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    Andi zice ca:

    Ha ha, eu mă refeream la toată păţania ta, nu la numele personajului. Adică toată chestia asta cu maşini luate din Marea Britanie, târâte până în Spania ca să li se schimbe numărul de înmatriculare şi apoi să fie date dispărute… bla bla, ştii tu mai bine, că eu nu prea le am cu spălatul… maşinilor.

    O seară faină. Andi

    P.S. Era destul de logic ca pseudonimul ales de tine să ducă (să bag “cu”, să nu-l bag?) gândul la un regat foarte cunoscut. Still, I’m really not that stupid :)

  10. Mai 11, 2008 la 21:33
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    fcb zice ca:

    viata bate filmu

  11. Mai 11, 2008 la 21:52
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    Ndrey zice ca:

    Minutu 1:18 se bate cap in cap cu http://www.jeg.ro/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/metrosexualbuddyhadade.jpg sau mi se pare?

  12. Mai 11, 2008 la 21:54
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    Pastaie zice ca:

    This comment is for Danny. Danny, are you my mom?

  13. Mai 11, 2008 la 21:56
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    Darius Groza zice ca:

    Ai perfectă dreptate, Ndrey, îmi cer mii, poate milioane de scuze. În acest ultim caz, ne confruntăm cu manele buddy Hedădi.

  14. Mai 11, 2008 la 22:14
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    danny zice ca:

    Pastaie u are my daughter…& i am your mom

  15. Mai 11, 2008 la 23:14
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    dacian zice ca:

    awww

  16. Mai 11, 2008 la 23:26
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    Andrei zice ca:

    danny , would you adopt me ? pleeeeeaseeee :)

  17. Mai 11, 2008 la 23:33
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    Pastaie zice ca:

    Mami, ma lasi sa ma duc si eu la Hadade? Please. Andrei, nici cu sila nu te-ar adopta.

  18. Mai 11, 2008 la 23:35
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    Andrei zice ca:

    no bine , tine-o pentru tine :P ce oameni posesivi don`le :P

  19. Mai 12, 2008 la 01:11
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    Heidadi zice ca:

    parca mi-ai promis dariuse ca o sa colectezi id-uri pt mine :(

  20. Mai 12, 2008 la 08:38
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    matrakuka zice ca:

    bine ai revenit in lumea cuvântatoarelor :D aproape ca mi-am facut griji!
    foarte simpatic personaj Brituleanu, are asa un zâmbet nevinovat! haha
    dar soldatii aia doi din cort ce faceau acolo?

    (filmul e de mare clasa, ca de obicei)

  21. Mai 12, 2008 la 11:08
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    toader zice ca:

    sa rezumam.
    deci : darius este pe drum si s-a intalnit cu dana care e mama pastailor. un anume andrei doreste sa fie adoptat si sa devina si el un pastau. pastaie insa doreste sa intalneasca un anume hadade care locuieste in alta tara. in aceeasi tara cu un anume colin caruia ii place sa pescuiasca. de aici totul devine confuz.
    tii, soap opera in tata regula.

  22. Mai 12, 2008 la 13:08
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    Bibliotecaru zice ca:

    Două nedumeriri:
    1. Ai taxat bilet?
    2. Cum ai avut curaj să mergi cu băiatul în galben. Lasă că dădea pe gât berea precum Hummer Military Vehicle benzina, dar, la benzinărie, a vărsat, de emoţie, desigur, un litru de benzină pe jos… sau mergea cu motorină?

  23. Mai 12, 2008 la 13:56
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    Darius Groza zice ca:

    Hedădi: Minţeam cu nesimţire, până să apuc să plec. :)

    Toader: Las’ mai bine să pară că nu-i se poace aşa ceva. :)

    Bibliotecaru’: Intr-o oarecare măsură am avut curaj, dar într-o alta – am aflat când degeaba nu mai aveam curaj, heheh.

  24. Mai 12, 2008 la 14:20
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    M@riansky zice ca:

    Cam multă mâncare de fast-food… Fii sincer, cum stai cu silueta?

  25. Mai 12, 2008 la 14:22
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    Darius Groza zice ca:

    Eu zic că m-am îngrăşat. Lumea zisă că nu. Că invers.

  26. Mai 12, 2008 la 15:35
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    arpadov zice ca:

    gulitza numa sa nu ma faci de ras, firai tu sa fi de tradator

  27. Mai 12, 2008 la 16:04
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    shuoni zice ca:

    daca ajungi prin valencia da un call, te n gat de mort. ca bem o vodca in plm si mancam mici ca drogheri. suge m ar de cohonesuri de spanioli boratzi.hai pa. a

  28. Mai 12, 2008 la 17:53
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    matrakuka zice ca:

    bai, tolomace, esti cam nepoliticos.
    ti-am pus si io o intrebare si nu pentru ca sa ma bag in seama, ci pentru ca ma interesa raspunsul.
    observi, vorbesc la trecut.sayonara

  29. Mai 12, 2008 la 17:58
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    toader zice ca:

    mi se pare hazliu dialogul pastaiei cu maica-sa. zici ca e din razboiul stelelor.:)
    si interventiile lui bibli sunt leit yoda.:))
    numai darius nu seamana cu luke semiadult si nici cu han solo adult. e mai degraba o combinatie intre jaba, badea cartan si luke da’ cand era mic.:))

  30. Mai 12, 2008 la 19:56
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    horhe zice ca:

    am aflat de tine de la un coleg de-al tau de la jurnalism…mai mare….si mi-am adus aminte di de faza cu BA-sescu… mishto treaba…mare curaj…si acuma ne gandem cum sa te sustinem….pt inceput o sa facem niste stick-ere sa umplem cluju shi hashdeu!!! si apoi mai vedem…. bafta multa..ca presupun ca trebe!!!

  31. Mai 12, 2008 la 20:06
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    el kevo zice ca:

    hey mate you doin good yeh ? me an chalk will come track you down next month were bit busy right now but even if your back home in romania were still come over for a couple of days yeh?

  32. Mai 12, 2008 la 22:46
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    cilu zice ca:

    Ai aparut iar in presa Clujeana
    http://www.monitorulcj.ro/cms/site/m_cj/news/calatorie_pe_blog_39667.html
    Nu se mai satura toata presa sa te laude.

  33. Mai 12, 2008 la 23:08
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    Hudrea zice ca:

    Numa’ mie mi se par cam penibiluţe articolele astea despre Darius de prin presă? Nu mai zic de interviul ăla de la Radio, că şi Pamfil ar fi avut întrebări mai inteligente. Ştiu măi tolomacule că ţie-ţi convine că se scrie (ori spune) totuşi despre tine, chiar şi aşa, dar am dreptate, nu? Mulţumesc, mulţumesc.

    De fapt, vroiam numai să te salut, măgarule! Şi cum ar zice latinii: umblă-n continuare. Şi scrie.

  34. Mai 13, 2008 la 04:13
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    Ticu B zice ca:

    uite ce videoclip ti-am facut :)

  35. Mai 13, 2008 la 04:14
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    Ticu B zice ca:

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtApDMk7U4E

  36. Mai 13, 2008 la 14:13
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    TuwayS zice ca:

    Treci pe la München, daca ai drum.

  37. Mai 13, 2008 la 15:47
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    toader zice ca:

    o fi ajuns, n-o fi ajuns?

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