Sitges

 Now Doggie Brown, your mate who said we should have a few sips in Sitges, is he straight? 

It’s a lovely seaside town just south of Barcelona, but Russell and I are the only two blokes walking around together not holding hands. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! But spare me. Thank god I didn’t wear my Camino walking singlet and Sharky’s pink shorts. 

Had a few sips outside a nice bar and a bloke walked past with a parrot on his shoulder . I wanted to photograph them , but instead he stuck it on mine. Russell took the picture and the bloke and his parrot buggered off. Then a lady sitting behind me in an American said that the parrot had shitted on me. Russell looked at the back of my shirt and laughed like a school girl. I had to go to the brasco and wash it off. See the pics. Yuk. No wonder the bloke with parrot HAROLD. 

After a few Tapas, Cervesa and Albariño in the old we walked down towards the beach and were drawn to a bar on the beach where a guy was playing his guitar and his wife was banging her box and singing. They were amazing. Stopped there for a few copa tintos and listened to the music. The Spaniards sure know how to appreciate good live music. They were up dancing and singing along. 

Headed back to our room and now Russel is snoring like a drain.