Analogue is for on the road
The weekend past, los americanos and three aussie hangers-on headed to Segovia, Toledo and Burgos for a weekend of serious cultural education.
That's me on the left, in Segovia, practising for my next Tommy Hilfiger catalogue. The important thing to note, other than the astoundingly masculine pose I assume with such ease, is that I am carrying an ancient contraption known as an SLR film camera. You may have seen them in a museum or dumpster near you. Due to the difficulties inherent in transferring fillum into digital media (nudge sis nudge), the following are photos sneakily stolen from others who partook in the festivities. Nevertheless! For your viewing pleasure...
That's me on the left, in Segovia, practising for my next Tommy Hilfiger catalogue. The important thing to note, other than the astoundingly masculine pose I assume with such ease, is that I am carrying an ancient contraption known as an SLR film camera. You may have seen them in a museum or dumpster near you. Due to the difficulties inherent in transferring fillum into digital media (nudge sis nudge), the following are photos sneakily stolen from others who partook in the festivities. Nevertheless! For your viewing pleasure...We saw 2000-year old Roman aqueducts like this:
and this:
alcazares like this:
and nuns like this:
cathedrals like this:
this:
this:and this:alcazares like this:and nuns like this:HOT!
Well, it was hot, like 35 degrees in Toledo. But now it's flooding there. Crazy Spanish weather - more proof that the rain in Spain falls mainly absolutely everywhere.
All in all, a stellar* weekend.
* Use of 'stellar' by kind permission of KT**
**Use of asterisk also by kind permission of KT
**Use of asterisk also by kind permission of KT
posted by lil' bro at 9:03 AM
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Not a bad view from Em's flat huh?
After din-dins we headed to the local train station for a free concert of traditional Latin dance which included Peruvians in flannies with mortace boards on their heads and a very very flabby but extremely enthusiastic salsa instructor man. I got bumped and grounded all over the place.
Following the gorgement that was Friday night, we decided to move some of that flab by taking some bikes up to the lighthouse on the headland. The city hires these bikes out free as a tourism caper that really only gets utilised by the povvo student types, but it's an awesome thing nonetheless. Some people take them every Saturday to do their shopping at the hypermarket just out of town.
After winning chicken with the local drivers round some interesting coastal blind corners, we pushed those gearless mothers up the last hill to the lighthouse.
On the cliff is a monument to all the prisoners of war that both sides forced to jump off the cliff to their deaths during the Spanish Civil War. Mmmm, peaceful Spain...
