Avast!

I just drank an expresso and whisky... that was mostly whisky.
It made me feel better if that tells you anything about how I am feeling right now.
Where´s a decent Bloody Mary when you need one.
Which, for those of you who don´t know, is probably my favorite drink to make.
I consider it Bartender Jazz. Improvisation is key.
Each one is different and each one is a work of art. The right mix of citrus tang and spice, a good one will knock the back of your throat out... kiss your lips with fire, and have you on your feet in 2 minutes flat.
I especially like them garnished with fresh peppers or pickled asparagus.
God I´m fienden for a rightous red one.
On my way to see if Spain can make a bloody... but figured I would write my hangover first.
From what I remember last night... I had a good time.
I met these guys from Edinburgh and the UK a few days ago. They just walked from the Atlantic Ocean. Took em 48 days.
Ballers.
They kept me outta at least one fight last night and somehow managed me back to my tent.
Good lads. They remind me of the old days, fellas... runnin around causing mayhem.
Anyhow, I was going to write about Cadaques.
This town, or rather the campsite here. Sometimes reminds me of Tortugo, the hidden pirate city in Pirates of the Caribean. Tattoos, dreadlocks, earings and plenty of swaggering. Albeit somewhat touristy, at drunken moments aided by the lack of language it´s easy to enter an imagined world where gypsy pirates meet and drink.
The main street of the town wrapps around a cliffed seafront. Whitwashed walls emit glowing rectangles of light from rock to chapel-like silhouettes.
My first night here, the seas were high and the main road was drenched by crashing waves.
Wind seems to be a standard fixture... and the lack of any today has definately left a void.
Like many seaside towns this one has many faces. A comic doing impressions, the light and the sea seem to emit emotions. One cannot describe the scenery as anything other than brooding or playful... laid back or ravenous.