“You use your whole body like you did when you played as a kid.” – Nevada Barr
This is the last place on earth you would every imagine hearing a punk rock band
The church bells clang out over the small sleepy village of Bolulla, nestled in the mountains of Spain where the old ladies shuffle through the square to the only shop in the village donned in housecoats and slippers no matter what time of day it is. Where the quite streets have balconies with clothes hung up to dry in the midday sun and where you can actually hear a pin drop. This is the last place on earth you would ever imagine hearing a punk rock band scream out covers of the Ramones, Wayne County and the Electric Chairs. Let me introduce you to the JET SCREAMS, a local band of family men who are reliving their punk years in the sleepy mountains of Bolulla….and they are doing it very well! Continue reading “Punk Rock Hits Bolulla, Spain”
I think some of the most exciting adventures start with a beer induced pledge on a Friday night.
A cheers among friends who think abseiling down a 45 metre canyon is a perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Once the plan is set its all about remembering it the next day… Continue reading ““A drunken pledge””