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Post by Crunchy Col on May 13, 2020 15:23:59 GMT
Seeing as none of us are going to be going very far for a few months now, maybe we could share some of our travel stories and relive the experiences.
Did you ever sleep on the streets of Paris? Ever get arrested in Detroit? Did you fall in love in Cairo? Get drunk in Munich? Beaten up in Tokyo?
Did you find a cockroach in your salad in Dubrovnik? Did you kiss a whore in Mexico City? Get robbed in Delhi? End up naked in an Amsterdam canal?
Ever make any big train or coach journeys? Where did you go? What knocked you out? What disappointed you?
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Post by tory on May 13, 2020 15:43:30 GMT
I've never been beaten up thankfully, but I had quite a scary experience in Barcelona the first time I ever went, being chased by some quite horrendous-looking prostitutes on Las Ramblas at about 6am in the morning. A friend of mine had drunk far too much and was really quite hammered, as in he couldn't walk properly. We were walking back to our hotel when this gaggle of prostitutes, who initially were a bit mouthy, then saw that he was drunk and started chasing us. One had a knife, and one was tragically, badly misfigured. All I can really remember is me and him running through La Boqueria whilst it was opening up and then having to zigzag around the Barri Gotic or whatever it's called for about 5 minutes before we found our hotel.
I like the city, but that section is horrible.
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Post by Crunchy Col on May 13, 2020 15:51:58 GMT
The Raval (the other side of the Ramblas from the Barri Gotic, further down from the Boqueria) is one of the dodgiest parts of Barcelona - I've seen junkies shooting up in doorways and once I saw a fella taking a shit in broad daylight in front of a church - but I remember having a curry there at 4 am in the tiniest little Indian restaurant I'd ever seen. That was memorable.
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Post by fonz on May 13, 2020 16:47:20 GMT
I went to Reno, in the hope of watching someone get shot to death.
Disappointed. I wouldn’t go back.
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Post by ~ / % ? * on May 13, 2020 16:49:43 GMT
It happened in the next town over, Virginia City.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2020 16:53:39 GMT
once I saw a fella taking a shit in broad daylight in front of a church - but I remember having a curry there at 4 am in the tiniest little Indian restaurant I'd ever seen. That was memorable. I suspect the two are connected.
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Post by Crunchy Col on May 13, 2020 16:56:19 GMT
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Post by Crunchy Col on May 13, 2020 16:58:14 GMT
Come on, G!
When did you first see Europe? Did you cook octopus on the beach for some chica?
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2020 17:03:40 GMT
I've told a number of my travel stories a number of times..I don't want to come across like an old sea dog repeating the same old stories!
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Post by Crunchy Col on May 13, 2020 17:07:42 GMT
You've moved on to Ringo Starr deep cuts!
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2020 17:10:55 GMT
You've moved on to Ringo Starr deep cuts! It's good! Give it a listen!
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2020 17:11:13 GMT
You've moved on to Ringo Starr deep cuts! It's good! Give it a listen!
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Post by sloopjohnc on May 13, 2020 17:20:28 GMT
I did sleep in streets of Paris. My brother and two friends who lived in England backpacked in the Loire Valley for a couple weeks. On the way home, we got off at train station and tried to find hotel where we stayed the first night in town before traveling. The front desk clerk when we first got in gave us the attic to stay in - we didn't care, we were 17 and 18, but on the way back, the owner said that room was a storage room. It was late so we went back to the train station because we were leaving the next day and slept on park benches.
Around 12 or 1 am, three guys who were sleeping on a park bench next to us said there was a guy near the river, which was close, who was checking them out and they were afraid. They wondered if they could doze on bench next to us. We said, "Sure." About 3 or 4 am, some gendarmes rousted them and took them away - they were middle eastern looking, and we just fell asleep until morning when we caught our train to the coast to get back to England.
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Post by toomanyhatz on May 13, 2020 17:44:13 GMT
Never slept on the streets of Paris, but I did miss the last bus back to LA from San Francisco and wander the streets all night as I had no place to stay and was running out of money.
I basically walked around for hours, which was enjoyable. I finally settled into a Zim's at 4 a.m. (a 24-hour place similar to Denny's that closed its doors in 1995) and ordered a tuna melt and an iced tea (or something like that). Over at the next table was a large group that I soon figured out was Ziggy Marley and his entire entourage.
I wish I could say we had a conversation, but he and his family were so incredibly rude to the staff (snapping his fingers to get their attention, talking to them as if they were his personal butler, completely ignoring that there were other customers, such as me) that I decided to just enjoy my meal in as much peace as I could with his group of 12 or however many being loudly demanding.
After they all left and got back on the bus, one solitary figure sat at the counter enjoying a coffee. A few minutes went by, before an angry-looking manager type walked in and announced "Ziggy is ready to go."
The gruff-looking person looked him in straight in the eye and said "yeah? Well guess what - I've been giving in to his constant demands for two weeks now, and I'm not doing it any more. He can damn well wait till I finish my coffee. And if he doesn't like it, he can drive the damn bus!"
He became my instant hero. I should've asked him for an autograph, but instead I giggled under my breath.
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Post by Reactionary Rage on May 13, 2020 18:51:17 GMT
I've told a number of my travel stories a number of times..I don't want to come across like an old sea dog repeating the same old stories! AAAAAARrrr young John lad, let me tell you about the time I partied at this acid jazz bar in cairo in 1988! aaaaaarrr
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