day 2: jurrel released.....jurrel evolved.

When i got to the hostel, I was loving it!! pool table, plazma screen, free wifi, 4 computers, sofas and rammed with every nationality under the sun.

It was all smiles all the way up to my room......the smiling stopped. 3 bunk beads is not funny at all.

Then I met one of the reasons for leaving England. His name is John, and he likes to party....hard!!
Within 10 minutes the chat turned to were are we going and how destroyed we're gonna get.
He ran out and got a bottle of vodka and i knew i was in trouble.

2 pint glasses
quarter bottle of vodka in each
the rest with coke

Jurrel came out quick and as you all know, people get sucked in.

First was 4 califonian girls passing through on student exchange with denmark, then were 5 portuguese guys also moving to Madrid, next a bristol boy on holiday, then a buch of guys from minisota, a bunch of guys from Austrailia, a guy from japan, and 2 girls from Alaska.

We all got mashed to photos and rolled to a local bar which was playing old school RnB and hiphop, John bought me drink after drink even though i said no. Got so mashed that all i could do was dance.

We then hit the street were we danced and sang and terrorized everyone along the way.
This is were i couldnt stop chatting to every group of people everywhere. Got into a club which was banging reggaton, hard hiphop, and slow grinds. I jumped into schools and schools of peeps, pretending i was a photographer, introduce near the entire club to everyone else in there, and got an Aussie guy a girl he was after. Got 3 numbers, found and gave in a mobile phone, and rescued a small Yorkshire terrier from a raging house fire (joking). After that night the Aussie guys called me"weapon" as now if they get me wrecked i can get them involved into any group in th club.

The name stuck and i am now the hero they call Weapon.