
Blightyfied by the minute on my return from
Port Aventura
Spain
Catalonia
A week is a long time in a place like that and there were so many things which caught my attention and made me curious.
Hard to distill that into a blog post, but I feel that one chance encounter sums up some of it at least.
On the first morning of the holiday I woke early and walked into the nearest town of Salou in search of some authenticity.
(I've noticed also that the graffiti in Europe is still politically aware, a bit like it used to be in England in the 70s - a lot of anti fascist, anti homophobic stuff, which is all good, but I wonder why that should be? Perhaps some of my continental readers could offer a view)
So anyway, on to the chance encounter...
There was a white guy (middle aged, paunchy) waiting as well, with his daughter, and the salesman tried his luck with this mark.
"No thanks," he said, "I've got some proper ones here." He pointed to the peak of his baseball cap, where a pair of orange tinted sunglasses rested. The look on his face said all it could say about the way he felt, and the way he would vote, if voting was of any interest to him.
The tram took an age to arrive, but arrive it did, and we reached sanctuary in the end. Back at the hotel, most of the maids and cleaning staff were black.
There will be more to follow on this subject, but I hope I have made a point.

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