Want to know what the nightlife is like in Barcelona? Crazy, expensive, a bit weird and totally, 100% worth it! I met up with David (the Brazilian hailing from Dublin who loves a good party) at our hostel and had a few glasses of wine (which is ridiculously cheap!) before jumping on the Metro and heading towards the beach.
We switched at Passeig de Gracia, got off at Paral-lel and walked around the corner from the club to grab some cocktails at a couple of the many bars that line the streets in this area. The few bars we went to are a strange mix of really touristy (it’s all Sex on the Beach and Pina Coladas) but full of locals who don’t really seem that keen on the actual tourists. We tried to order some tapas at one of them and were told abruptly that they didn’t serve food outside…which would have been fine except for the fact they had literally just brought out a massive pile of food for the table (of Barcelonians) sitting next to us. We moved on to another bar after that (where the service was much, much more friendly).
David insisted on me trying octopus (not actually all that bad) along with a couple of other, simple tapas. A few (large) Mojitos later and we were really to go to Apolo Sala. A bunch of Italians guys (who looked about 12) were getting turned away as we went to queue so we figured it must be pretty busy inside. It was not!
David had already bought his ticket online for just over 10 euros so when I went to pay and the woman at the booth asked for 18, I thought she must be joking. David (whose Spanish is much better than mine) explained that this included a drink – which was handy because a vodka and cranberry turned out to be 9 euros. At 12/12.30 in Barcelona (which is pretty much last orders back home in Scotland) most people are finishing their dinners, never mind out clubbing. For the first hour, there were only a handful of people there.
Inside the venue was pretty cool and David was hyped to see the DJ, Eileen Allien (I’d no idea who he was talking about) that was due to play around 2am. We had a few more drinks and listened to the music becoming increasingly more Deep House. By just before 2, it was starting to get busy. The crowd was pretty mixed – from really young to middle aged and a combo of straight and gay.
At the bar, I made friends with a girl from Finland and ended up bumping back (literally!) into her on the dance floor later on. Everyone was pretty chatty but apart from a few, slightly older sleezy guys, I had no hassle whatsoever.
When Allien came on, the crowd went crazy (me too…it seemed like the right thing to do) and we danced until my feet actually couldn’t take it anymore – which turned out to be around 4.30am. Both having spent our budgets for the night, David refused to let me take more money out so we could get a taxi up the road and insisted we wait the 30 minutes for the metro to reopen…which was definitely an experience.
The now very drunk crowd falling out of Apolo didn’t look too dissimilar to the Sauchiehall Street punters on a Saturday night (good to know it’s not just us Scots). When the metro did start up at 5am, it was a bizarre mix of drunken partiers and people on the way to work (they looked less than impressed). We made it back to the hostel around 5.30am and I quietly (or so I like to think) face-planted my bed…
Read more (about a slightly hung-over) Barcelona – Day 3