Compártelo London, The last night before Kowik missing the plane

London, The last night before Kowik missing the plane

London, The last night before Kowik missing the plane

In dodgy pub full of local gizzas in Angel we were watching Chelsea and Liverpool performing well in Champions League. Congrats Drogba. You were a real star even if your manager play cold. More hattricks please.



Not everybody loves footie.

Free jazz in famous Cafe1001 on Bricklane.

In Big Chill mustache rulez.

And at he Vibe Bar, the 3rd must-see dj-bars on Bricklane.

Taxi, taxi, minicabs, I like your mustache.

I'm the only Spanish gizza in London, be careful with the camera.

Bye Kowik, Promise, If I knew you miss the plane, I'd wake you up.

In the city, someone has to count your money so you can party and travel.

Friday, September 29, 2006 1

Compártelo Spain, Andalusia photo gallery

Spain, Andalusia photo gallery

Spain, Andalusia photo gallery

Enjoy watching the whole story again + extra unpublished photoshots. Click here.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006 1

Compártelo Spain, Sevilla, Hasta luego Espania, Hasta luego Andalusia

Spain, Sevilla, Hasta luego Espania, Hasta luego Andalusia

Spain, Sevilla, Hasta luego Espania, Hasta luego Andalusia

I'd like to thank you all for great comments and time spent on tracking my trip. I've had amazing time. It's been my first trip with the laptop. Shame I've bought it so late. So expect more pretty soon! You are all great and wish you best week ever. Stay in touch.

Sevilla at night

Kowik, the backpacker in Alcazar

Last drinks in bodega

Tuesday, September 26, 2006 2

Compártelo Spain, Sevilla, from bodega to bodega

Spain, Sevilla, from bodega to bodega

Spain, Sevilla, from bodega to bodega

You would probably asked what bodega means. I don't know but FNC are singing about Korean bodega which is a local store. In Spain "Bodega" is written in front of bars for everyone where cheap tapas and cerveza is available almost 24 hours.


That's where we are staying, on top of Sevilla.

Cute senioritas

Betis where all the bar are.

Plaza del Toros, where bulls are dying from the hand of bloody Spanish torreadors. We were one day late to judge this show.

Kowik making movie of dancing Fil on arena.

That's for you if you bored or tired of work.

Drinking wine in posh university, thanks god I don't need to study useless copy of my
patient school mate. When I have a kid I'll forbid him to study in order to save precious time. to the new Woodie Allen:) (all right, I'm drinking wine on to of the roof in Sevilla, I might change my mind tomorrow when I go back to London:)

Is there anybody there Who can teach me Flamenco? As you can see it helps in life.

That's in front of bodega.

I think if I met her I could fell in love. It's almost like in Almodovar.

I changed my profession, hired myself in local Sevilla's washing room.

Hey, don't worry! We've got a personal security. We're pretty safe. Cya in London the day after tomorrow!

Monday, September 25, 2006 2

Compártelo Spain, Dead Alley, failed on the road to Portugal

Spain, Dead Alley, failed on the road to Portugal

Spain, Dead Alley, failed on the road to Portugal

20 km from Portugal border we stucked in the Spanish village with no name. Drinking beer and waiting for the bus which never came. Instead of Portugal we are going to Sevilla. If we had one day more we would def go to Faro.

Monday, September 25, 2006 1

Compártelo Spain, Punta Umbria, Seafood, Spanish mates and wide footie

Spain, Punta Umbria, Seafood, Spanish mates and wide footie

Spain, Punta Umbria, Seafood, Spanish mates and wide footie

We are somewhere and nowhere, actually in the place is called Punta Umbria near Huelva by the ocean. We are eating fresh prawns, watching Premiera Division Real Madrid against betis Sevilla and drinking cold cerveza. People are very friendly so far. Spanish football supporters are everywhere, so I'm feeling like home. The plan of going to Portugal has to wait until we wake up and find out how far we are from the border and if there is any reasonable transport from here. My finger smells fresh ocean, Davidoff from tax free shop in Amsterdam mixed with Andalusian Atlantic wave, so nobody will give me a shit that he doesn't like seafood. You've probably tried the old, frozen of cheated ones.


On the road to nowhere





hole Amigo, hahaha,


Opss I see:)



No problemo muchacos





Polish Spanish friendship, they could have not believed that we are polish. There are no polish tourist in this area.

In Andalusia you've got mullets, lively people and Flamenco

Sunday, September 24, 2006 0

Compártelo Spain, Conil de la Frontera, on the way to Huelva

Spain, Conil de la Frontera, on the way to Huelva

Spain, Conil de la Frontera, on the way to Huelva

Once we are sitting on pufas and chilling out while listening Bob Dylan watching and considering stars set up on the south part of the earth we've got some new consideration. I need to mention first that we already have drunken wine from paper box with the polish sing on it called "wino czerwone" and few beers, but they are spanish - not very strong. So... I made up a theory which is a combination of what we called heaven and hell and reincarnation. For example if you were a skinhead or rasist you are going down to the lower galactic where you've got to be a slave. Black (and brown ar violet whatever you call them) and asian guys are making you to work for them, picking up tea leaves and cocaine. If you are resonable good and listening fun loving criminals you are going up to the upper galactic where nobody wears mustaches (apart from my father) and nobody is reading colorful magazines about life of persons like Paris Hilton. I'm sorry but there is no Robbie Wiliams gig there as well.

Saturday, September 23, 2006 1