Caribe Aquatic Park
Jul 24th, 2005 by Kronic
21st July 2005
Today is Sani’s 6th birthday, to celebrate we’re off to a water park called Caribe Aquatic Park, which is next to Port Aventura, which is a huge theme park. The water park is massive, apparently it’s the largest in Europe.
There are many waterslides, a huge wave pool. Spinning fountains and water sprays everywhere. You wouldn’t believe that Spain is in drought here! They have a massive kiddie pool area which is inside a building about the size of an airplane hangar. It’s a great way to stay out of the hot sun.
The perving also is excellent! All these hot babes in bikinis everywhere I go is starting to drive me nuts! I think my eyes are gonna fall out of their sockets soon, my neck is starting to feel the strain too!
The only beer sold here is Budwieser, man what weak horse piss that is. The food is expensive, as you would expect but it is also largely inedible. The chips (patatas fritas) are old, the ravioli, I’m sure, is straight out of can, it’s rubbery, bland shit.
We had a very fun but tiring day. Chasing the boys around all day is absolutely exhausting.
About 5pm we pick up our photos from the booth and walked back to the train station. The train station has these very high covers, apparently to shade the people, but no. The shades (the ones that aren’t torn off that is, cover the orleander bushes behind the platform very well. The 5:30pm train does not come, this happened to Annelie too when they went to Port Aventura. As the platform is packed I guess the train was permanently cancelled and they didn’t tell anyone!
Here we are, in the blistering heat, bugger all shade and two very grumpy, tired and bored boys waiting for the 6:20 train. It finally arrives at about 6:30. These to really nice English gay guys see us with the two exhausted boys and help us out. They actually blocked everyone from getting on the train to let all of us through. How nice is that?! We just get on the train and Dad announces: “My wallet is gone”. FUCK. The two guys tell us that someone got on the train and then straight off again while Dad was helping Sani on.
How is that? Two times in two days, both while embarking a train and both when Dad’s hands were busy. That of course is prime opportunity for pickpockets. Dad even said that he makes it a point to keep his hand on his wallet. Luckily Dad did not have much cash in it, but of course it had his license and credit cards. Which means that Dad cannot drive in Austria, as you have your international driver’s license but it must be accompanied by your actual drivers license to be valid.
That’s it from now on its travel belt all the way. I must admit I have been a little slack, but I also keep my hand on my wallet in those situations. If you do that the pickpockets will look elsewhere.
As soon as we get back to Calafell I head to the internet café to lookup the Visa number for Dad. All good, luckily no new charges had been made on it. Also lucky for Dad that he took out a large amount of Euros to take advantage of a favourable exchange rate before he left, so he should be covered for the rest of his trip.
Ciao
Paul
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