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Showing posts with label bullfighting. Show all posts
8/9/14
Protesters at bullring (PETA)
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PETA people were present at the last bullfights of the season. By 'season' I mean ONE MONTH.
Everybody blissfully ignored them at the gate and paid their money to see the bullfights anyway. Amazing how morons champion 'humane' treatment for animals yet consciously ignore suffering of their fellow man every day. The scores of homeless wretches and deformed human freaks in plain sight in Tijuana is appalling; one simply has to develop tough skin against their existence.
But shed no tears. That, PETA, would have you reserve for animals.
I, like everyone else in the stands, enjoyed the too-short bullfights.
Until next year!
PETA people were present at the last bullfights of the season. By 'season' I mean ONE MONTH.
Everybody blissfully ignored them at the gate and paid their money to see the bullfights anyway. Amazing how morons champion 'humane' treatment for animals yet consciously ignore suffering of their fellow man every day. The scores of homeless wretches and deformed human freaks in plain sight in Tijuana is appalling; one simply has to develop tough skin against their existence.
But shed no tears. That, PETA, would have you reserve for animals.
I, like everyone else in the stands, enjoyed the too-short bullfights.
Until next year!
PETA pamphlet
matador and bull
8/11/10
Made it to the Barcelonan beach
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On Tuesday I made up my mind to travel to Madrid. I made it up too late and was only able to book a seat on the 4:30 bus. Thing is, it takes about eight hours to get from Barcelona to Madrid via bus. The ride was pretty boring and the landscape is as well. The one cool thing was seeing the bull silhouettes during various points of the trip.
I arrived just past midnight. I was surprised by the lack of facilities on the bus. Why in the hell would you use a bus without a bathroom on an eight-hour treck?! Quite inconsiderate of the company (ALAS), I think. From the bus station I quickly rang two hostels and lucked out with a bed in one. Whew!
On Monday I made it to the beach -- again -- and this time I made my self stay. Apparently I (or my bathing suit) cut quite the figure because everyone wasn't hiding the fact that they were looking at me. Does discretion count for nothing these days! The water was colder than I remembered from three years ago. But that was three years ago and we do tend to re-color our memories. Many people were selling things on the beach but they weren't as bothersome as what I'm familiar in Mexico. Not an irritant at all, actually. Go figure! Anywho, I bought a mojito from this kid who started making them for sell next to my beach towel. Wasn't the best mojito but, hey, it was 3€ and the kid was just making a hustle. Gotta admire that.
Before the beach, though, I took in a back massage at noon and learned that the months of stress were solidifying in my shoulders. I sort of knew that much already but a masseur can only do so much in one session so...I've got to stop thinking of massages as "luxuries" and more as necessities. Because, man, I don't go through Life inactively and maintenance is never a thing to put on the back burner.
I arrived just past midnight. I was surprised by the lack of facilities on the bus. Why in the hell would you use a bus without a bathroom on an eight-hour treck?! Quite inconsiderate of the company (ALAS), I think. From the bus station I quickly rang two hostels and lucked out with a bed in one. Whew!
8/8/10
Went to see the bulls but the bulls were full of it (Barcelona)
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So nice to be in Barcelona with its sunny Barcelona weather! The day before I arrived it rained all afternoon long in Berlin and my connecting flight in Prague also saw grey clouds and rain; but as soon as we reached Catalonia skies it has been nothing but blue skies onward.
I was anxious to get down to the beach today but that eagerness dampened upon seeing all the other people already crowded on the sand. Like a hard-on zapped at the mere sight of Ellen DeGeneres, my interest in an afternoon at the beach went limp. Oh well maybe mañana.
A McDonald's ice cream cone brightened my mood as I walked back to my room to get ready for an evening at the bullfights. Olé! But it wasn't to be.
When I get to El Monumental, the last active ring in Barcelona, the people at the gate won't let anyone through without a ticket and all the ticket windows are closed. Time was 7 o'clock and the fights started at 6:30. Why would they close the box offices this early? Seems stupid to me. Even more so when it's a known fact the stadium is never even half full -- and after next month will be zero full owing to the ban on bullfights. There was quite a handful of disappointed tourists. Oh well. That's more money in my pockets.
One thing I've learned being black is never to beg anyone to take your money. If the store clerk is too busy or surly to greet me or wait on me, then fine. My money spends just as well at the next business. As it is, I hate spending money; so I need only the slightest provocation to keep it in the pocket. Would've loved to have watched the dying sport in the famed El Monumental but I can think of something else to do with my 75€. You can believe that. Business MUST be good if they can turn it away. Olé! olé!
So nice to be in Barcelona with its sunny Barcelona weather! The day before I arrived it rained all afternoon long in Berlin and my connecting flight in Prague also saw grey clouds and rain; but as soon as we reached Catalonia skies it has been nothing but blue skies onward.
I was anxious to get down to the beach today but that eagerness dampened upon seeing all the other people already crowded on the sand. Like a hard-on zapped at the mere sight of Ellen DeGeneres, my interest in an afternoon at the beach went limp. Oh well maybe mañana.
A McDonald's ice cream cone brightened my mood as I walked back to my room to get ready for an evening at the bullfights. Olé! But it wasn't to be.
When I get to El Monumental, the last active ring in Barcelona, the people at the gate won't let anyone through without a ticket and all the ticket windows are closed. Time was 7 o'clock and the fights started at 6:30. Why would they close the box offices this early? Seems stupid to me. Even more so when it's a known fact the stadium is never even half full -- and after next month will be zero full owing to the ban on bullfights. There was quite a handful of disappointed tourists. Oh well. That's more money in my pockets.
I hate spending money; so I need only the slightest provocation to keep it in the pocket
One thing I've learned being black is never to beg anyone to take your money. If the store clerk is too busy or surly to greet me or wait on me, then fine. My money spends just as well at the next business. As it is, I hate spending money; so I need only the slightest provocation to keep it in the pocket. Would've loved to have watched the dying sport in the famed El Monumental but I can think of something else to do with my 75€. You can believe that. Business MUST be good if they can turn it away. Olé! olé!
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