Les petites bites

Le froid, c'est relatif

Le froid c'est relatif, cela dépend beaucoup des habitudes......

+ 22°C : les habitants de l’Équateur mettent un pull pour sortir...
+ 18°C : les habitants d'Hawaï mettent deux couvertures pour dormir...
+ 10°C : les habitants d'Helsinki éteignent le chauffage, il fait trop chaud...
+ 08°C : les russes se mettent au jardinage...
+ 05°C : les canadiens arrêtent de sortir en t-shirt...
+ 02°C : en Italie les voitures ne démarrent plus...
0°C : l'eau gèle...
- 01°C : quand on respire ça fait de la fumée. Les russes mangent des glaces et boivent de la bière fraîche...
- 04°C : ton chien essaie de squatter ton lit...
- 10°C : en France les voitures ne démarrent plus...
- 12°C : aux États-Unis non plus...
- 15°C : les canadiens commencent à sortir les doudounes et les motos-neiges...
- 18°C : les habitants d'Helsinki rallument le chauffage, pendant ce temps là les Hawaïens ont gelé...
- 20°C : la respiration devient audible dans le froid, le visage gèle..
- 21°C : si tu réussis à sortir le chien, ses besoins gèlent immédiatement...
- 24°C : les voitures allemandes ne démarrent plus...
- 28°C : ton chien essaie de rentrer dans ton pyjama...
- 30°C : en Suède les voitures ne démarrent plus...
- 34°C : plus aucune voiture ne démarre, sauf celles des russes...
- 38°C : les russes referment leur manteau jusqu'au dernier bouton
- 40°C : les canadiens commencent à sortir les gants, écharpes et bonnets
- 45°C : les voitures russes ne démarrent plus, même à la vodka...
- 50°C : les habitants d'Helsinki ont gelé...
- 55°C : les motos-neiges canadiennes ne démarrent plus...
- 60°C : les phoques abandonnent le Pôle Nord pour aller vers le sud...
- 75°C : le Père Noël quitte lui aussi le Pôle Nord...
- 120°C : l'alcool gèle, les russes sont en colère

France/Spain 2011 - Day 12, Part 4 - Santiago

"Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to rule - and both commonly succeed, and are right." - H. L. Mencken

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France/Spain 2011
Day 12 - 28th March - Santiago (Part 4)

After exiting the cathedral, I sat on the terrace of a cafe and had a campari to remind me of the bitterness of life.


Cathedral from cafe


3 prices: bar, table and terrace


Cathedral from terrace

Then, disaster struck. I passed my camera to my sister to help me take a photo, but she didn't take it properly and dropped it onto the pavement, whereupon it stopped working (the lens couldn't even retract; it was pronounced unreparable at an economic cost), so I had to fall upon my inferior phone. So the F in Fuji stands for "Fragile" as well; in contrast my previous Canons and Nikon had worked fine despite occasional falls. The only consolation was that this tragedy came when my sightseeing was essentially over.


Floor plaque. It's something about the Pilgrimage.


Santiago Tart


Another pilgrim, who looked Latin American. This one wasn't as stylish as the previous one, and worse - his assistant asked for money. I gave 0,5€. Maybe he was a fake pilgrim despite the scallop shell on his back.


Some building


This place had the cheek to sell canned peaches and canned pineapples in syrup.


Cross in street


Helluva lotta ice cream - 12 scoops for 18€. It didn't scale though, at 2 for 2,5€. Maybe they failed maths (or maybe it was a takeaway price).
They had nectarine gelato - the first time I'd seen such. I tried some and it was like biting into a ripe nectarine.


Kitchenware shop with plate for octopus


More shop window stuff


Shortest siesta ever. Yellow people bring lots of advantages to Spain!


Mannikin in suit. Look carefully - it's a female model.

We then looking for dinner.


5€ for those???


I'd feel ashamed if I had Wall's Ice Cream on my menu. Note that it's certified by the restaurant and hospitality association.


Live lobster


Live lobster on plate


Mussels with olive oil and ???
It had funny spices


Fried chili peppers


Seafood platter: scallopm lobster, prawns, razor clams, clams, goose barnacles, mussels

The goose barnacles were horribly disgusting.


Freaky alien shit


Note the alien growths and menacing appendages



One was supposed to try and bite and suck them.



It didn't help that they tasted like seawater.

Spanish meat is better than their seafood, and the Goose Barnacles cauterised my evaluation.

The woman at the restaurant was very nice. I wanted to wash the scallop shells in the toilet to keep as souvenirs, and she passed me two pre-washedones.




Grape Marc Cake, with a lot of wine

I wasn't satisfied by Goose Barnacles, so I headed to one of the rare kebab shops - which strangely wasn't run by Turks.


Kurdistan map and flag, with Saddam Hussein facial hair man.


Funny, Kurdish specialities look a lot like Turkish ones. They were out of Lahmacun, one of their "Kurdish Specialities".


Virtually all restaurants in Spain were Spanish. There weren't even Latin American restaurants. So much for the colonial backflow.

Spanish credit card machines aren't as smart as French ones - they don't change languages automatically.