06|07|13
Carrer d'Alicant
San Antonio
Ibiza
ABSOLUT cereal with UHT
milk
I don't speak much
Spanish, but I'm learning. I'm finding that I know more than I think
I do, because of words in common with English.
Nicki and I responded
to a call from a bar worker and arrived to find a young man asleep /
unconscious outside. He was almost completely unresponsive. Very
white, so no need for Spanish. Luckily he was wearing a hotel
wristband so we knew where to take him. He was massive. We managed to
get him into a wheelchair and got a good workout pushing him up
slight inclines.
At the hotel he
continued to be unresponsive so the reception staff suggested we
leave him on a sofa in the foyer. We wrestled him onto the sofa. The
movement was enough to bring him around. He vomited whatever was in
him. I believe the Spanish word is borracho.
After a while he was able to talk and tell us his room number.
So we found ourselves
waiting for a lift, trying to keep the brickhouse gentleman steady,
the hotel security guard escorting us. Out of the corner of my eye I
spotted a pair of legs coming down the stairs. Male legs. Followed
closely by a set of genitals. Once the owner of the legs had appeared
in full we could see that he was in his forties and shaved all over.
At this point the security guard noticed. Without even blinking he
got his radio and rattled out rapid and incomprehensible
instructions. Incomprehensible apart from the final word – an
emphatic "Nudo!"
The security guard then escorted us up to the room. As he was fiddling with the room key Nudo appeared at the end of the corridor, wandering towards us. I tried to draw the security guards attention with a tentative aqui, but he was somewhat preoccupied with the key. He only noticed when Nudo pushed past, continuing his journey wherever he thought he was going. Another security guard tore round the corner of the corridor in hot pursuit, and our security guard joined him. I imagine there ensued a hilarious game of cat-and-naked-man around the hotel, but we never got to find out as once our friend was in bed we slipped out and went home to bleach our eyes.
The security guard then escorted us up to the room. As he was fiddling with the room key Nudo appeared at the end of the corridor, wandering towards us. I tried to draw the security guards attention with a tentative aqui, but he was somewhat preoccupied with the key. He only noticed when Nudo pushed past, continuing his journey wherever he thought he was going. Another security guard tore round the corner of the corridor in hot pursuit, and our security guard joined him. I imagine there ensued a hilarious game of cat-and-naked-man around the hotel, but we never got to find out as once our friend was in bed we slipped out and went home to bleach our eyes.
Bienvenidos a Ibiza!
2 comments:
Wow what a day! You guys are doing well, Vicky D, xx
Hahaha Very Good
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