Day 2: London, England ----> Madrid, Spain

In order to maximize our time Europe, we scheduled everything nice and early so we wouldn't even have to worry about sleeping. We woke up at 4:45 to catch our flight to Madrid today, and even got to walk on the plane at 8:30. The first leg of our Spain trip started in Madrid - much better weather than London, sunny and hot. But then again, we still had to make our way through the smelly underground rails of the city before we could make any assumption. And once we did, we were welcomed to our spooky hostel by some of Bulfin's closest friends - a nice pack of 'stutes.
After a nice ten minute nap, I woke up to these whiskers on my face. No, im not talking about Pelner's chest hair either, but Rohn's new and improve Paul Walker mustache. And after not seeing John in 7 months, i could tell he had really worked hard to adapt to the european lifestyle - growing the nastiest mustache and mullet combination i have ever seen! John really went overboard on the whole Eurotrash Mulletude competition and much deserved the victory in this contest. But what do you really expect from a slob like Rohn?
So, we managed to shrug off the temptations of finishing our napping and headed to our scheduled bull fight. I was thinking that the bull fight would be really exciting and fun, but i didn't even understand what was going on - except, of course that they killed the bulls. But thats about it. So, when people were cheering, booing, or throwing their seat cushions into the stadium, i was still totally lost. But i got the basic jist of it - cramming 50,000 people into a rock stadium to watch 6 bulls run around and eventully get stabbed to death. Pretty simple. Although it is a rather predictable event - believe it or not, all 6 bulls lost. Except for the bull who tossed the matador into the air a couple of times - some consolation points.
After the bull fight, i found another hair in my dinner - for the third straight meal! And after an exhausting heat stricken day, we had a very serious decision to make - should we try to nap for an hour or two and risk wasting the night completely, or should we just go out regardless of sleep? We chose option two of course and tried to find some nightlife. Well, we didnt find much, but we did have Rohn to look at throughout the night and keep us entertained. My night ended early in the middle of the streets of Madrid, along with everything else i ate that night. Smeagol gratefully walked me back to the hostel, as he was looking for any excuse to get some sleep. But for the other 4 people on this trip, the night was just getting started. Bulfin and John really hit it off while P-Dog was off doing his own thing. As usual, they were up to no good. John and Bulfin made friends with the 'stutes outside the hostel...or rather, they were as rude and as obnoxious as they possibly could be. And as a result, Bulfin got backhanded by one, and the other stole my camera right out of his shorts. That is why Bulfin and i are no longer friends and why none of these pictures are actually mine. But back to the night. Pelner safely made it back to the room, most likely because he had memorized the whole map of Madrid by this time, and John and Bulfin were trying to steal sub sandwiches from a little china man when they realized someone was chasing them. Some spanish form of hide and seek i believe. This eventually led them back to our room safely...somehow.