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Yes, I’m alive! I didn’t get going till 1pm though, I fell asleep on the ferry. But, that was a good thing, because when I woke up, we were 10 minutes outside of Mallorca. Back in Barcelona, I bought my ticket and caught the ‘futbol group special’, it had to be a return ticket to get the deal, but it was still cheaper than a regular ticket.

We I got off the bus, I noticed it was an overcast day, but is was so very hot! I really can’t imagine what how hot is would’ve been if it wasn’t overcast. I walked around for quite a bit, with my very heavy backpack, and found that the hostels I stopped off at where all booked full. Must be the futbol thing. I ended up at one of the 4 star hotels Mallorca offers the non-hostel’s, but with the money I saved with my bus ticket, I could afford the room for one night. I’m glad this happened. It was so nice to have a room to myself, take a shower, and nice long hot shower and sleep in a very comfortable bed. The free breakfast was good too.

I made my way back outside all refreshed and ready to take on the heat. This middle aged woman approached me and gave me a rose. I said ‘thanks’ and kept on walking. She started to yell at me ‘One peseta, Hey, one peseta’. She clung to me until I stopped. ‘One peseta‘ she said, I thought that was a fair price, so I took out my wallet and pulled out the smallest denomination, which is a 5 peseta piece, so I gave that to her. She stuck her hand in my wallet and grabbed the 500 peseta piece. I stopped her from doing that and I ripped her hand away, which messed up her roses and she threw them on the ground. I just walked away, because she at least got a 5 from me.

I couldn’t believe how many tourist there are here, I can’t imagine what the temperature must be like in July and August. I noticed that most of the tourist were old, and well off. Most seems from England and from America. I was expecting to see a bunch of brutish futbol players, but they must be sleeping off their hangovers. Since I’m here, I thought I’d check out one of the futbol games, but there were no tickets to be had. It was time to catch another bus, next stop Ibiza.