20th July 2005
We headed to Sitges which is about 25 minutes north by train from Calafell. It is touted as a very popular spot for gays in the brochures, and sheesh are they right… Gay boys all over the place! Naturally the shopping here is excellent, I splurged a little on some cool clothes and sunnies.
Sitges is a very classic Spanish town, feels more like the ‘real’ Spain here. Narrow cobble-stoned streets with ceramic street signs embedded in the buildings, classic Spanish architecture and galleries everywhere, very beautiful.
We shopped, we stopped for cerveza, shopped, stopped for cerveza then strolled around the esplanade and narrow intertwining streets. We took a quick road train ride up and down the main street which follows the esplanade, tonnes of mansions and tonnes of people!
The boys were getting a little restless so we walked back to the train station, it was chockers with people waiting to head south. The train finally arrives, Sitges is a very popular spot and were waiting for the masses of people to disembark the train, by the time Annelie, Sani, Bashir and I just got on as the door alarm sounded which gives about 2 seconds warning before they close. They closed and I just grabbed the doors instinctively so Dad, stroller in hand, could get on too. Naturally this effort was for naught. Dad and dozens of other people, yelling and waving their arms about, were left behind on the platform. Bugger.
I disembarked at the next stop, Villanova, to return to help Dad. Thankfully I just got under the passageway to the other platform in time for the train back to Sitges. I arrive and Dad is nowhere to be seen, also the platform is much emptier, considering the number of people left behind. I had a good look for him in the station café etc but no Dad. I figure he hopped another train, which was weird as they only come every ½ hour or so.
I hop the train back to Segur De Calafell to see Dad on the platform. It turns out that as he was about to get the stroller on a group of women were yelling something at him and pointing at the ground. It seems that someone attempted to pickpocket his wallet and thankfully failed. He got the next train, but it was the end of the line at Villanova, he got the next one. So we were on the same bloody train! Oh well, a good day all in all.
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