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Another idiot abroad

or is it the inbetweeners

sunny 30 °C

Dinner that evening is interrupted as a small band playing traditional Cuban, creole music parade around the restaurant. They perform a full show in the hotel later. The chef brings out the biggest, ugliest fish ever to be put on a plate. Jo informs me it's sea bream as she tucks in to some. As tonights theme is traditional Cuba and as I've now developed quite a taste for it, I go for ropa vieja again, shredded beef with rice and black beans. More cocktails from the menu in the bar and some people watching. There's a funny little chap at the bar, looks like Karl Pilkington, you know, an idiot abroad. He's sat on a stool, at the bar, on his own and so far he's seen off two people who have made the mistake of sitting next to him. The next to suffer his attentions are a couple and unfortunately the lady who sat next to him wasn't aided by her partner. Our Karl was talking her head off, he didn't draw breath. Eventually she managed to persuade her partner it was time they moved. This didn't put Karl off as he continued talking to them as they politely smiled and nodded as they walked away. Karl now had empty stools on either side of him. Undeterred he starts up a conversation with the man two stools to his right who tries to ignore him. Karl's having none of it and is persistant. So much so that now this man and the chap he was with both pick up their drinks and move. With no one within three stools of him Karl turns his attention to the Cuban barman. He stands on the foot rail so he can peer over the bar to watch and comment on the drink the barman is mixing. Even the bar tender finds a reason to move away. In the meantime three new victims take the stools immediately to Karl's left. A gentleman, a lady and another chap in a baseball cap and a tee-shirt struggling to contain the bulging muscles below. Karl makes his opening gambit, it falls on deaf ears. He tries again but is more persistant this time. Baseball cap says something to Karl but immediately turns and continues his conversation with his two friends. Karl continues. Baseball cap swivels points at Karl, says something then points to his two friends. I think Karl has met his match and heeds an obvious warning. He's still not down and out though even though he has run out of people on his side of the bar he now looks through the centre of the bar, past the bar tenders to the patrons directly opposite on the other side of the bar. He starts waving and gesticulating to a lady directly opposite. She can't hear him but Karl just carries on mouthing words across the void. After initially being polite and smiling, she now ignores Karl and remains focussed on the person she's with, not daring to glance in Karl's direction. Karl has literally run out of people to approach when two lads, obviously his mates, sidle up and talk to him. Now we've gone from an idiot abroad to the inbetweeners. There's a nerdy one with glasses and the one who thinks he's cool. They decide to go elsewhere and if it was the inbetweeners they'd head towards the first group of girls they could find.

Posted by justchilling 09:19 Archived in Cuba Tagged hotel_blau_varadero_lobby_bar_c

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