Busy – Part 2: An Irish, Scottish, English, Welsh and American walk into a bar…

This isn’t some bad tasted joke, the other night was a fantastic example of different cultures coming together and sharing a great time! Starting as the title says, I had the pleasure of meeting Dina, Andy, Olly (living with me at the moment), myself of course and then Mason from Texas. Everyone was amazingly nice and in a great mood, it was nice to relax and speak to a group of all english speaking people as it has been weeks since a conversation where I wasn’t struggling to understand. 

We drank and drank until the sun went down and the moon came out, and then we drank some more. It wasn’t the intention to sit and consume copious amounts of margaritas however I find my welsh blood mixed with the Irish was a combination destined for drinking. Unfortunately I didn’t get any photos other than a small shot of Andys head in-front of the bar seen below, and granted its a terrible photo from my not so steady hands, alas, the lights were amazing as the town had been decorated for the local harvest weekend festivities. From past experiences I came to love and really appreciate the Irish philosophy I learnt from a great period of my life, on a bathroom wall. It goes;

There are only two things to worry about

‘There are only two things to worry about:
either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well,
then there is nothing to worry about.
If you are sick,
there are two things to worry about.
Either you will get well or you will die.
If you get well,
there is nothing to worry about.
If you die,
there are two things to worry about.
Either you will go to heaven or hell.
If you go to heaven,
there is nothing to worry about.
But if you go to hell,
you’ll be so damn busy shaking hands
with your friends.
You won’t have time to WORRY!’

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The lights were amazing, the town had been decorated for the local harvest weekend festivities

The following morning included a bad head but great memories of how just one night can introduce you to so many new people and trading stories. Mason was a Texan gypsy on his third year of travelling the world making money as and when he needed juggling in cities, spending his nights squatting where he could and telling countless fascinating stories of his adventures, some good, some bad. Andy had a thick Glaswegian accent and was on holiday with his wife Dina, they were a funny pair who kept my ribs aching with laughter all evening, i’m a total sucker for a Scottish accent it brings me to my knees! 

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By far the most beautiful naturally formed rock pool I’ve had the pleasure of seeing

Onward to the day that followed, a trek up a river following the nearby towns in Andalucia starting from Benarabba and going north. Me, Aitox, Ana, Olly and Veronica (Anas friend), and Yoga (the dog), all met up with my hosts friends who I’ve come to grow close too, taking the time to try and speak to me regardless of our language barriers.

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Something out of a shampoo advert…

Every time the river took a vertical turn it left us with a pure oasis, a small paradise, unspoiled by the hands of human development or interference, total serenity. We came across a total of four natural rock pools, all refreshingly cold but totally clear.

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We stopped for about an hour at each rock pool before reaching the last, we stayed here for a few hours as it was the final destination. A perfectly square cut pool, deep, warm, full of fish and tonnes of natural rock formations perfect for practicing climbing! There was a 20ft roughly cliff edge that we all jumped from into the deep, waterfall formed crevice at the bottom of the pool. I’m not overly scared of heights but this was the biggest jump I’ve ever done into a rock pool, INTENSE is the most accurate word I can think of.

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Aitox left, Yoga middle, Olly right, I will take a photo of myself one day!

After a day of exploring and marveling at the area we said our goodbyes and headed back to the truck, safe to say I was totally exhausted and struggled to stay awake for the drive back home. This is one of the few nights I crawled into bed straight away and didn’t bother having any dinner, utterly spent of energy and my eyelids weighing like cinder blocks I went to bed. I enjoyed a quiet morning today reflecting on yesterdays antics over some breakfast in the sun, It’s taken me a while to write this up today as I wanted to head straight into town with Olly for a slow walk. After picking up some essentials and beer from the bar we made the slow ascent back to the house for some lunch and a siesta!

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There’s nothing wrong with Sangria for breakfast! And it’s homemade!

I’m having to write this super quick as we are headed to a historic recreation of the battles between the Christians and Muslims that shaped a lot of the Spanish culture and aesthetics that are here today, I will take plenty of photos for you guys to catch up on! Until then, adios, keep life interesting, do something extreme, read that book, cook that new meal, get outside and talk to someone random, fix the flat tire on your bike, grab the surfboard, or just get outside! There’s a whole world waiting for you to grab it.

Let me know what you’re all getting up to! Send me a message or a comment and lets chat! You can follow my instagram via the link in the drop down box and follow my blog if your interested in keeping up with my exploration of Andalucia. I’m hoping to have some awesome T-shirts designed and ordered ready for distribution so keep posted and find out more soon. Hasta luego!

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5 thoughts on “Busy – Part 2: An Irish, Scottish, English, Welsh and American walk into a bar…

  1. That water looks amazing! We search out places like this on our trips – however all water in Scotland is pretty cold and it takes a lot of courage to take the first plunge!

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