Cheap Thrills

Summertime. Once again. Time to travel, time for good times. First stop: Barcelona. With the newcomer Norwegian, flights come as cheap as 100 € one-way. We started our trip straight outta Cuba’s infamous Wednesday after work, provoking several casualties along the way. Unfortunately, Töölön Taisto center back didn’t make it, missing his flight for purposes of whiskey.



If you’re ever planning to ride a plane drunk, high or hangover, or generally in a hazardous state of mind, choose the winning choice of window seat with above-average leaning possibilities. The flight passed in snap, reaching sweltering Barcelona way too early. We found ourselves in T2 (the low frills terminal) around white-socks-in-sandals Finns, and made ourselves quickly towards the train for Placa Cataluña. The train is the Jew decision to go; for a mere 3,50 you get a relatively quick connection to the city center, whereas a bus costs 6 € & cab five times the latter. We had our first night booked in a student-minded, concrete hostel, located in the eastern side of Barcelona, just beside Marina district.

Drunk as we still were, we decided to stay in and have our bronze worked up by the rooftop pool. With 12th floor views all over the city, for a while, despite the lack of sleep, we felt awesome.







Until the hangover got to us. Boy it did. We slept a well-earned, four-hour siesta, waking up at 9pm. Lauri had heard of this great new Tapas place just nearby, off Urquinaona U-Bahn stop. Lauri told us they made in there this exquisite burger, with a secret, Catalan recipe, called Double Whopper. After this utterly mind-blowing experience, we just had to tuck in our cheap linens, and sleep our shit away. Barcelona promises. So it goes.