WYD bytes 1.2 : chuckles rides again

so, i don't know who chuckles is, i like to imagine him as sort of like pennywise the homocidal dancing clown, apparently with a horse, and maybe one of those wooden rubber band guns, or even a gun that shoots a flag saying 'BOOM!"
i guess he'd also have a cowboy hat. and yell 'hi ho silver! AWAY!'
if you're wondering why its in the title, i can't help you. there should always be a mystery in someones writings, something even the author doesn't know or understand. its like rule 16 or something.

anyway, back to the walk to the vigil in WYD madrid, that was in my last post.

so, after waiting for a few people, we left our accomodation, and got walking.
 after figuring out which way to go, we started our walk down the street. alot of it you really had to be there for, but just walking through a city, especially an old one like in europe, really nice, you see so much stuff that kinda blows your mind. to be honest, you wouldn't look twice at these things in your own town/city. you'd probably think they were ugly.

we stopped a bunch of times, it was a really hot day, through streets, up hills, through parks, etc. at one point we stopped in a park, and the sprinklers were on. we took our bags off and ran through them. there were nuns and monks running through them as well, it was really fun.

there were also people who had wisely decided to profit from this walk. people had filled up bottles of ice cold water and were selling them for 1 euro each. like 1-2 litres, it was good. i'd just run out of water when i saw them. its probably even luckier they had water at the vigil, otherwise it would have been a much longer night. soaked, freezing, tired, and dehydrated.

we met a bunch of people on the walk, including an irish group. i don't remember much about them, but i remember they were awesome. i mean, they were irish...
(come to think about it, i wish i'd met some welsh, i like them. there are two kinds of welsh accents; the one that sounds like a deformed monkey taught english by a german, and the other one, much rarer i think, i've only met one, but she had the most beautiful accent i'd ever heard. sort of like the sound version of the sight of flowers, or like rain, only quieter, and, uh, voicelike. or, um, whatever...)

just after we left the irish group, sitting under the shade of a coolibah tree, all the paths of other pilgrim groups began to converge, like the reverse branches of a tree, or a mamallian blood system toward the heart. there were also buses and trains, taking some tourists pilgrims to quatro viento.  many of the bishops, archbishops and so on did this. not archbishop batthersby (i hope i speeled that correctly) or the bishops with us. they walked in our group, which i think was really humble of them.

after a while, it became very crowded, and this was about 2 kilometres away. it was about this time we splintered off.
 after the crowded area, the closer we got, the less crowded it was. we walked through small streets, and people threw water on us because of the heat. (or was it?)
when we actually got there, it wasn't as bad as i thought it was when i saw it on tv that morning: but it was certainly kinda foreboding. it looked like a refugee camp. dusty, grassless, flat, crowded 0% shade, rubbish everywhere. but the main thing was, we were there.

next time, on WYD bytes 1.3 : Dead Men tell no tales, i'll tell the story of the stuff i remember at the vigil.
yes, storms, iced coffee, toilets damaged hosts, columbians getting in like mexicans across the US border, stealing peoples sleeping bags, and a very rude french guy, who could only speak french and german.


because i can, and more importantly because i want to, here, um, this.... enjoy.
(its a link)
http://www.youtube.com/user/communitychannel/
of course, i'm quite sure you've seen this already, so i show you this: