Hiding a corpse in Menorca: how and why.... Travel at Balearics, Spain

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In the spring of 2005 I was deciding where to spend their summer holidays, when my 7 year old daughter has seen the catalog theorem on Spain. "Look, in this hotel there are the Flintstones!" Let's take a 'glance: l' hotel in Menorca was in a privileged position on the beach of Son Bou, the longest 's isola.Chiaramente cost an arm and the treatment was only half board but at least the children were free. The special theme was the Flintstones, common to some hotel chain Sol: there are the entertainers dressed as characters from the cartoon, fake rocks, the 'car of Fred, the kitchen of Betty and the like. Ok, book an hard discounters, which provided a decent discount if you book in advance.

There were 3: me, my daughter and my wife. We start in the late afternoon, late of course, by 'airport of Verona airport never seen a more messed up and loser of this. However, in just over an hour arrive in Menorca and reach the 'hotel' s buses organized by the big sheep to The scenery is beautiful: the whole country, undulating paddocks for grazing cattle, horses. Reach Son Bou, which is a small country ultraturistico the sea. It 'a whole series of residences, supermarkets, bars, restaurants and car rentals. And then our hotel: an architectural monster that brutally disfigures the landscape. I guess the bribes that have to be endorsed to the time of its construction ...

When we arrive it is already time for dinner and go immediately to the restaurant, from which are hunted for not wearing long trousers. I'll be back at full gallop into the chamber to put on a pair of 501 (they are demanding in terms of jeans i have 501 jeans, the other not) and return to the restaurant.

The waitress at 'entrance, which had the task of welcoming the guests, knew a few words of Italian. He smiled and said: "Come in!" I could not help but respond: "In what sense?" Poor thing, did not understand ... He continued: "Come, come!" I grinned like a beast, and unless someone has explained the subtle nuances of the Italian language, you'll be still wondering why.

Half board included breakfast and dinner, both buffet. For lunch we had to arrange. The next morning was planned 's meeting with' assistant theorem that we would describe the 'hotel, optional tours and all the rest. A huge pain in the ass that makes you lose 2 hours, practically thrown away in the morning.

We spend the day in the pool and sea (and sea!). The beach is really long and after about 1 km C 'were also the nudists. Gruesome spectacle: men had a belly of a size which makes it impossible for them a visual check of your bird. The women had their breasts to 'height' s ass behind the navel and the knees. C 'was a boat that pulled at breakneck speed a Banana inflatable with a dozen nerds over. I wanted to make a turn too 'me. He paid ten euros, they gave you a life jacket and went. E 'was brutal! A trip I do not know what speed, but quite high. When the driver of the speedboat is bored, then makes a tight turn with the result of reversing all the occupants into the sea of Banana. I really enjoyed it.

The evening for the country turned one of those tourist trains and we thought of a ride. Funny, it does a nice ride and you see all the surrounding area.

The day after I leave my wife and I go swimming with my daughter to Mahon, the capital of 'island with a bus. Mahon is really pretty and you see the English colonial style. We also made an excursion into the sea with one of the Glass Bottom Boat. So, so ... fact is that you do not see much ... A little curiosity: the mayonnaise, what you eat the sandwich was born here. His name Mahones sauce from Mahon.

A couple of days later I decided to distract myself to go alone and without saying anything to anyone in Ciutadella, 's former capital of the' island. Get there by bus and is very nice run for 'island. Interesting villages where crossing would agree to stop giving a 'look. Ciutadella the walking tour. Is almost better than Mahon, with its palaces, churches, and streets. But a flood of tourists, among them also many Italians, who needless to say, they wandered like zombies through the streets of the city with a Nokia in one hand and a Ercisson in 'other ... I made an asshole that you would expect from an experienced traveler like me: I am charmed to see the usual tourist shops and missed the 'bus! Never mind: I stuck in an internet cafe and I took the next one. The only problem is that I had to change buses Alaior and wait about one hour. But it has proved a blessing because I finally saw a country "real" without tourists. All the houses painted white, vicolini uphill, churches, palm trees ... very interesting.

Staying in a hotel-village may come to deal with unpleasant people who avoid trouble should get rid of. I do not know, for example, you could find someone who cares a place on the couch in the pool, or maybe someone who gets stuck and do not know how to release it. You know?

I state that the best way to do a "job" is always the classic, that is planted behind the 'ear a cone of lead-coated copper 7.62 mm wide that travels at 800 meters per second. Unfortunately it is difficult for us in baggage is the 'equipment' needed and it is difficult procurasela spot. Even the classic shot in the neck is effective in most cases but not all will carry the "iron" on vacation. After the shot is beautiful breathe deeply the 'smell of cordite. L 'smell of cordite is among my favorites and if I were to draw up a classification of smells would be this:

1 - The smell of new car

2 - The smell of pussy ... but if her pussy is not washed for a few days' s smell is likely to climb to first place in the standings. Nothing in the world is better than the 'smell of a pussy unwashed for several days is why it is useful to grow a mustache: having had oral sex on, even after an hour, just breathe through the nose to hear the' smell of pussy is Left impregnated mustache.

3 - The smell of cordite

Returning to the gun, you have to open a parenthesis. The world is divided into fanatics and fanatics of the automatic revolver. Who loves the automatic feels safe because of the 15 rounds in the magazine. What, you have to go to war, perhaps? In 90% of cases are the first 3 shots that counts. The fanatics of the revolver feel safe for 'absolute reliability of these weapons. Do not jam ever, we must not lose time to forfeit a cartridge or remove the safety (the revolvers are lacking security ordinary). These fractions of a second, yes, but when you're in the shit can make a difference. Drum with a gun when you pull the trigger the trigger. Ever. For this reason a gun should never be given to children under the age of 36 months. And if you think that a .38 Special 2 "(one of the detectives of old American movies) is little more than a toy, it's because no one has ever put into the mouth of a barrel of these weapons ....

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