Driving me Mad

Well not me, but many El Loco's. The tourist Industry is in  full swing, hire cars litter the streets as does the tourist litter, and all the silly hand out pamphlets about eat here, karaoke there and Rod Stewart look a like somewhere else. All the name of entertainment, drunkeness and foolery.

Another consequence is things that go bump in the day.

My car is parked in an underground car park to private flats nearby, secure, locked away for which I pay 20 euros a month.  

Other cars are parked in the Calle (street) of course and they park them nose in to the kerb, diagonally. So when driver Manuel  backs out of the gap, he hits the oncoming car, 3 in 2 days. 

Then the hands start talking,  "diablos"  hands up hands down in a frenzy 

choque (shock Horror)

all the traffic stops and the hands wave the air       desastre All in a Spanish Day, btw the buses take no prisoners, and on zebra crossings I stare as a dare to the oncoming Manuel Maniac behind  his El Torro   steering wheel. Oh BTW  they have not figured if you back in to the parking spaces you can see easier when you leave and drive off........                                                   Caramba  (Wow) Spanish Police pull in cars for checks and their drivers particularly near the ITV depot, which is their Dept of Transport testing place. Pity they don't venture further to catch el loco behind the wheel. Like the senor doing 20km per hour! Like the brats spanish style who spot each other coming down the road in opposing directions and think it a good idea to stop in the middle of the road for a spanish chin wag !! (Hand stays on Horn till they move). Next El Loco doing 100 in a 60 and beeps as he tries to force me off road by appearing looming larger in rear view mirror, to which I slam on the brakes and el loco visibly has heart failure as he wrestles with the steering wheel!!! There are teenager youths,  like all over the world, with an engine for the first time and access to speed, hot rod hot heads, playing bongo drum music on their in car entertainment at full woofer level. Hopefully they see sense or die before they kill anyone else. Maybe they will smoke themselves to death in time too. Oh  Spanish Drivers  also do not stop at Zebra Crossings (whats the point of having them), they have 50 million sleeping policeman  ( humps on the road not Guardia in Siesta). They park on Zebra Crossings. They are lunatics behind the steering wheel, love the sound of their horn.  Macho Matador and Picador  meets El Torro, Oh laye,  Sun gets to their Latin temperament head.