Cartagena
Not pretty , not
ugly and not a backpackers
place . Not big not
small and not
a lot of busking going
on either . Well theres
some but not
much , you could nearly
do without pitching
here .
Cartagena
is
certainly a navy
town boasting Spain's
first naval military
base and it
also credits the
invention of the
first torpedo powered
submarine .
I did
a pitch on
the calle Florentin , one of
the centre cut off’s . I
made a few
tips , an old lady
offered me half
a packet of
biscuits . That happens when
people are unfamiliar
with what you
are doing .
There was
something else I had to
do while I
was here , well this
is a navy
town and I knew the score . Sailors bars
can be rough , but
theirs plenty of
loose woman there .
I ended
up with a
middle aged fatty still
on her moons . That
didn't bother me , man
I was really
thirsty and I
was tired of
bashing my bishop . We
took a night bus
to the other
side of Cartagena , indeed a
Spanish housing estate , believe it , it’s
not all villas
and beach apartments
here . Bad graffiti and
burnt out stolen
cars blocked the
entrance . A Manchester
no go area , only warmer , just
that . I did it
once at night , I
did it again
in the morning , blood ´n`all . What’s the difference it
saved me a
magazine , of which can
be pretty expensive , I
got a place
to stay too .
Outside it
was an ugly
grey day maybe
reflecting my dry
mouth , bad nerves , deep regret
and blood stained
trousers . I was indeed
greeted with hostile
stares from dark
skinned , hard looking types , some
were young some
were a bit older .
They asked
me where I
was going and
what I was
doing . After I told
them I didn't
have any money
and with the
help of my Am
harmonica I then musically described to them
what I was
planning on doing . I
had to improvise , I may as well go down with
a blues note
or two , not just
with my blood stained
trousers . They only laughed and
wished me the
best though .
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