Back in London and here comes the vitriol

I cut the trip short by a week, because I couldn't face another week of taking part in the 'let's get on the bus and shag as many people as we can physically do whilst travelling across Europe, imbibing as much alcohol as I can and generally acting like dickheads' marathon. That my friends, was my Busabout experience. A well spent 250 pounds if you ask me.

The following things pissed me off whilst I was meandering round Spain:
- Asking me why Spanish people insist on speaking Spanish to foreigners and not English. And telling me that they're stupid because they don't speak English.
- Butchering Spanish culture and telling people to climb up public statues in parks to rub balls on the statues. You wouldn't like it if someone did that in your country, don't do it in other people's countries.
- Having a go at Catholicism. We're not force converting you anymore, leave us the hell alone. We know we have problems, you go deal with yours and we'll deal with ours.
- Turning the lights on in a dorm room at 3am is not funny and will get me telling you to go somewhere where the sun doesn't shine. Have some respect for the people sharing the room with you and they will give you chocolates and instant noodles. Don't, and they will shout at you at 6am when you've just got to sleep. Also, please don't try to have sex in your bunk when the rest of us are in. That's just gross.
- Judging Spanish people and their country based on visiting the country's cities for 2 days at a trot and only seeing the cathedral/ museum/ whatever was on offer in the guidebook and then going out to the pub with your fellow countrymen and shouting your order in english to the barman. Then doing point 1 on repeat. You could not possibly know anything about Spain, its government, how the people live, what the people think. You don't even really know what they eat, since all you do is eat pizza. Actually, they do eat pizza, so I suppose that's the most local thing that you have done. I lived in a village for a month, and barely scraped the surface.
- Getting to a place and not knowing anything about it. That's just silly and a waste of time. I'm sure your city has some form of a cathedral and museum that you can go to from the comfort of your own home. Why pay money to sleep in a crappy bed and share bathrooms that smell like feet? I don't get it.

And now, since I've got that all off my chest, I can go back to waxing lyrical about Spain. Which I will in the next post. Thank you for listening.