Drop-bears, Woggles and Smurf-Flavoured Gelato

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So It turns out Maxine is a boy. Oops. He is also apparently laying directly on top of someone else's skeleton. Talk about invasion of personal space. If we ever find out more about that, I will be sure to let you all know.

Now, onto the juice stuff. I will tell you what you've obviously been dying to know (please humour me)- what is it that these random students in Menorca do for fun? 

Coming into this I really wasn't sure what to expect. What ages would people be? What level of education would they have? Would they be open to going out at night for a good time or would they all have sticks up their asses? As it turns out, there was no reason for me to worry. I couldn't possibly have picked a better group of people to be stuck on an island with while eating tomato paste sandwiches (bleeeegh). We all share similar interests, even though we all have varying degrees of experience. We all complain a lot, so we got along right off the bat. 

As you may remember from my previous post, we have our evenings off as well as a few days after every seven work days. In our evenings, we enjoy a range of activities including (but not limited to):

- stepping on sea urchins and getting stung by jellyfish while swimming beside naked Spanish men who are clearly too fond of themselves
- floating in the ocean on pool noodles (or woggles as they are called by those who live across the pond from us) or on a blow up crocodile named "kreikey!"
- saying the word "floop-floops" out loud. 
- playing pictionary and winning every time 
- playing Mafia, and coming up with new scenarios for every game. Perhaps cannable grannies in an old folks home? Or maybe you prefer the alternative- legendary drop-bears from Australia vs. the koala cops. (If you are travelling to Australia, be sure to put Vegemite behind your ears as it will stop the drop-bears from falling out of the trees onto you)
- getting lost in the tangle of cobblestone streets around the cathedral
- going out for drinks and tapas at bars and café's that are not equipped to hold groups of 14, and getting upset when the service is sub-par
- having strange conversations while showering ("do you know what time it is?", "Ali? I brought you some Heinz ketchup packets from Burger King!" And the classic "my butt crack is sandier than your butt crack" argument that is necessary after every beach day)
- playing card games over and over and over because they are addicting as f*%!
-attempting a 2000 piece puzzle of St. Marks square in Venice only to casually put it back in the bock because a group of aspiring archaeologists are too easily frustrated to handle all of those shitty little pieces
- taking a bus to the beach and going kayaking out into the beautiful blues of the Mediterranean 

Of course, last but not least, feeling sad together after saying goodbye to half of our group as they set out on the second part of their adventures scuba diving in Italy, digging in Croatia, or taking care of freshers back home in the UK. If I don't see you again, thank you for the memories and the abs that all of your jokes gave me. I haven't laughed so hard or so often in years. 

If I can leave you with any tips for how to make your time abroad memorable its this; never say no to an opportunity. You didn't fly all the way here to sit on your computer or cell phone! Walk, talk, take photographs, ask questions only tourists would ask (don't pretend you aren't one), treat yourself, and never, ever, try smurf-flavoured gelato.

Mediterranean kayak adventures, Platja Son Xoriguer, Menorca- September 2015

Like really though, Platja Son Xoriguer, Menorca- September 2015

Beach day, Platja Son Xoriguer, Menorca- September 2015

Platja Son Xoriguer, Menorca- September 2015

Upside down travelling, 
Platja Son Xoriguer, Menorca- September 2015

Kayaking, Platja Son Xoriguer, Menorca- September 2015

Sand mermaid,
 Platja Son Xoriguer, Menorca- September 2015

Midnight dancing, Ciutadella, Menorca - September 2015

Necropolis at Cala Morell, Menorca -September 2015

Platja Son Xoriguer, Menorca- September 2015


Location: Ciutadella de Menorca Ciutadella de Menorca

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