Hello again, seems like I've failed my personal promise to make this journal a regular entry. I've missed my flight to singapore on Sunday and I feel like an utter failure. This is compounded by the theft of my beloved rucksack from 2 feet behind me on the beach of Barcelona. Goddamn the sons of bitches, all of them, and myself even more.
Ok enough self-hate...
Barcelona was quite an eye opener for me. Its an interesting city because, while saturated with centuries of history, culture and architecture, poverty and squalor pervades the city. Streets are narrow and reek of urine, brick walls crumbling, pools of stagnant water and saliva, graf