Finally we falled for the typical swedish...

  Magalluf, Balearic Islands, Spain and Canary Islands
Monday, August 4, 2008

so.... this beutiful and crazy hot tuesday went to the must see and must go for all scandinavian people in mallorca. it only took me 5 years to go.. hahahaha!

anyway, i woke up early to go to work at 7.30, had a good day there and after went for a drink with cute johanna, yes we went together:) zume de sandia , yummie! around seven oclock we started the trip from small cala millor on the eastcoast to great magaluff on the west coast in a sauna car... i cant stop saying it, it was so damn hot!!! anyway, we put the airco on and went happily singing "this is your night everything is right, come light up my life, its a summer niiight,lalalalalalalaalalalaaaa! ahhaha, gunther is always a safe card;)
after manacor we raced past a white truck with a cute guy inside and then continued the same all through the trip to palma. it was fun;) we kept on singing and wawing and honking the horn;) 
arrinving to magaluff we parked the car and headed for what i thought was the beach... well we got to the beach but i thought thios was palma nova beach (dont ask me why sinc i knew we were in magaluff) so i made us both walk. and walk. and walk. it was about 20.30m inthe evening but 30 degrees outside and there we were, walking in hills up and up and up... johanna took off her shoes after 20 minutes and we kept on walking, up and up. and ther wasme saying, just around the corner, we will be there soon...  we came all the way up until johanna said" i wont go any longer, get me a taxi!!!" then a car came and i asked her for directions... well the directions were: go all hte way back where you came from , 30 minutes or more!!!
hahahaha, so it was just to walk alllll the way back inour sweat soaked party tshirt and long pants....
it was dark when we came down again and johanna made me ask again where the hell we had to go to come to the famous (!) bar GRABBARNA GRUS! they said no there is no such thing here!!! until i said well, please ask the other guy in the backof the reception... and he fortunately gave the directions. so finally we were, hungry, sweaty but still not so grumpy on the good way to the scandinavian street...
there was another huge hill that, of coarse we walked all the way up. and then down again because of a nice and helpful english girl. but, of course, she was also wrong and by this time johanna almosthit me from the whole walking adventure so i said, please lets go an have a look at the beach restaurants!!!! she put in her veto, and said no! but i looked at her withmy puppy eyes....
3 steps was all i took. then i see grabbarna grus. this just couldnt be...
we found a restaurand and had a pint of beer in no tome and a chicken fajita with a chocolate cake afterwards. it was delicious!!!
after dinner on the beachwalk,  rest Boat Yard;) we went to the beach club chillout NESS. it was great, relaxing and nice surroundings, but the most stupid waitress ever!!!! incredible!!! we talked to a spanish couple from salamanca and had a goood time. but well, it was closing to midnight and i felt like if we dont do anything now, i will fall asleep... i went to the bathroom, and met a whole other scene... there was the door of grabbarna grus, a backdoor, they shared toilets with NESS, i got a glass of champange in my hand for one second before the half naked babyoiled little boy said  stop!!! you cantvcome in here. go out! huh??? he spoke in swedish but it was just so strange... stupid. anyway, we got out of there and went to E-FYRAN, where we had a drink and met some niche "almost teenagers" from norway. after that we got some money and went to shake our asses at the casablanca disco
by the biggest slingshot i could have imagined in a bar. crazy!!!!!
we danced tyo swedish music- crazy puta bag in box, alla som inte dansar ar valdtaktsman, cp latar!!!men det var askul!!!! so freakin fun!!! songs ihavent heardor danced to inyears!!! it was crzy, like a highschool disco, but fun! o so fun!
then we went back to grabbarna grus, changed shoes because johanna was hurting:) and payed the 5 euros to enter and danced and shaked until 3.00 oclock. then ihad to say stop, because i had to drive all hte way back...
onthe way back to the car a couple of small italian stopped us;) stupid!!!

i think we set a record on the way home, little less than one and a half hour... with a stop to buy a kebab!!!

crazy, wonderful night that ended next to my love in my bed at home again