The greatest breakfast ever was had. The 2 Whoppers for 3 Euros deal was reaching its climax, and as it had just opened, the burgers were how they were supposed to look. We were given prime, juicy beef, crisp lettuce and sun-ripened tomatoes - yummy! To make things even more perfect, we bought an English paper to read a match report of Arsenal's victory. A Swedish man asked us if we knew what was going on between England Manager Sven Goran Eriksson and Sex Kitten Ulrika Johnsson. I'm afraid that I'm not a close friend of Sven's, and therefore had no info to give him. The Swede looked strangely like Benny from Abba and kept humming the tune to 'Knowing me, knowing you' under his breath. The breakfast was such a success, that Ted and I came up with a new promotional campaign for BK selling whoppers for breakfast. You can see it pictured here.
Once again we set off for Port Aventura. This time there were no hiccups and we arrived at the famed park at lunchtime. We walked what was close to a mile to the biggest roller coaster and queued for half an hour (which came as a shock after Madrid). It was more of a shock when we were confronted by a psychotic Richard Branson, who asked us (in thickest, loudest cockney):
"Yeeeaaaaah! Did ya seeeeeeee tha gayme? Didya? Wotta resuwlt! Get in theyah!" We cried and asked him not to rob us of our anal virginities, and he quickly stopped his tirade of abuse aimed at the Spanish and Spurs.
The day passed smoothly, and my hatred of young Spaniards knew no bounds, as queuing for another ride, a group of them dressed in very tight clothing shouted at each other from no more than a foot away. The leader of this group of noisy Euro Tuffs was a young fellow in the tightest possible jeans, who carried at least a dozen cuddly toys.
"Ayyyyy!" he screamed at his girlfriend from 30cms away, "Look at my tight trousers and my cuddly toys! Ayyyyyyy!" We held our hands over our ears and braved the storm of constant screeching. Unfortunately for Ted, as a result of the Chinese meal we had inside, he experienced what can only be described as 'Barcelona Brown Bum'. The sight of Ted running, buttocks clenched firmly towards the lavs had me in stitches, you can imagine. He emerged 40 minutes later, exhausted but thoroughly relieved. As you can see, many amusing ride photos were taken that day, and we returned to Barcelona tired and wet (from the water rides - dummy!).
