Do has a room in a flat rented from a guy who rents the whole appartment and then rents it out for more than he pays and so lives for free. She is not allowed guests in this apartment. or not without A LOT of prior notice. We had given her all of a few hours and so we were not to let the landlord know we were there. So began 3 nights of torturous living.
We had to hide in her room if he was there. Need to use the toilet? Too bad! Need a drink? Too bad! Accidentaly sliced your right nipple off and need a doctor pronto? Too bad! Your aren't going anywhere!
Second night we actually had permission (though it was grudgingly given and required A LOT of persuassion). Only we stayed the next night too and he caught us...
So next morning seeing as we had overstayed a night, the landlord told Dö she had to move. We had got her kicked out of her flat!!! Shite!
But on the bright side, during the days we explored the city, visited Gaudy's buildings and picniked on the beach with some more of Dö's friends. At night we cooked with Dö local spanish styles (Tortillias (egg potato dish) and so on), went to live jam sessions and visited the non touristy places (I'll do them when Sam gets here).
But overhanging this was the knowledge that Do was out. So we freaked all day wondering what to do and knowing little could be done and i could write heaps here but suffice to know that in the end she talked her way back in and we buggered off right royally from stealth surfing there. Instead we stayed with one of Do's friends who also wasn't really allowed to host us either...
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