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Barcelona Guide Loses A lot of Sleep in Rome – One Night of Insomnia
One Night of Insomnia I swapped rooftop mojitos in Barcelona for Roman cobblestones and told myself it was going to be a “quiet Monday.” By midnight I was proving myself wrong on a packed dance floor with a plastic cup of something neon-green in my hand. Rome doesn’t believe in easing into the week, and the One Night of Insomnia Pub Crawl is all the proof you need. Power Hour at Highlander Pub Everything kicks off at Highlander Pub, just off the Spanish Steps, one of Rome’s best-known landmarks. The pub is a favorite among travelers because it’s tucked into the historic center but feels like home turf no matter where you’re from. At 9:30 sharp, the Power Hour begins: unlimited beer, wine, and mixed drinks for a full 60 minutes. Somewhere between my third rum and Coke and my first attempt at beer pong, the room turned into an impromptu language exchange. “Salud,” “prost,” and “na zdrowie” all clashed together, and by 10:30 the place was buzzing like a Friday night. The guides, who clearly run this show like a well-oiled machine, rounded us up with practiced ease. You can tell they’ve been doing this for years: it felt less like “herding tourists” and more like joining an army of new friends heading into battle against Monday itself. Bar Hopping Through the Eternal City Rome is famous for many things, ruins, fountains, fashion, but it’s also notorious for its queues. Outside nightclubs, you’ll often see long lines of people waiting to get in. Luckily, not for us. With the crawl wristband, we breezed past the velvet ropes, shot in hand, while the crowd outside gave us the “who are they?” look. Three or four stops later, I had collected a squad of drinking buddies from Brazil, Canada, and Ireland. That’s the best part of these crawls: it’s less about the bars themselves and more about the weird, wonderful mix of people you’d never meet otherwise. The music switched between pop, hip hop, and house, the kind of variety that makes even the worst dancers feel like professionals for five minutes. The Insomnia Part The final club of the night didn’t care that it was Monday. If anything, the fact it was Monday made the energy wilder, like everyone had conspired to forget the calendar. Drinks still flowing, strangers swapping Instagrams under the glow of the DJ booth, and somewhere around 3 AM I was on stage shouting the lyrics to a song I only half knew. That’s the Insomnia effect: one minute you’re thinking, “I’ll just have one drink, it’s a school night,” and the next you’re leading a chorus of strangers in a song you couldn’t name sober. By the time I stumbled back onto the Roman cobblestones, the city was quiet except for our crew. The crawl lived up to its name: sleep wasn’t happening anytime soon. Rookie Mistakes to Avoid Forgetting your ID - Rome’s clubs won’t let you in without it. Dressing sloppy - guys, no shorts or flip flops unless you enjoy rejection. Not pacing yourself on the open bar - These Romans know how to pour! Underestimating Monday - it’s not “a quiet night.” It’s Rome. Damage Check €35 gets you: 1h open bar (beer, wine, mixed drinks) Free shots at 3-4 venues Skip-the-line entry to every bar and club FUN! Running late? There’s a €25 option that still hooks you up with a drink + shot at Highlander and club entry. Barcelona Final Word Rome doesn’t do Mondays like anywhere else. Forget the idea of a “quiet night” - the One Night of Insomnia takes the worst day of the week and turns it into the highlight of your trip. If you can survive Monday night in Rome, you can survive anything. 🔥 Ready to see how Rome does Mondays? Book your One Night of Insomnia and meet us at Highlander Pub. Or check out more chaos on the Rome Pub Crawl main page. 🍹 And when you’re back on the beach, keep the party alive with the Barcelona Party Pass.
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Barcelona Party Pass Guide Jumps Ship in Split
Barcelona Party Pass Guide Jumps Ship in Split I swapped Barcelona’s beach clubs for a Croatian boat deck and called it market research. That is what I tell people when I trade sangria for rum mixers and the Mediterranean for the Adriatic. By the time we left the harbour I already knew this was not a work trip. It was a very warm, very sunny mistake that I would make again in a heartbeat. Warm-up before the waves In Split the night out starts in daylight. Check-in at Jimmy Bar is 2 PM sharp and it feels more like a welcome party than a line for a ticket. A wristband goes on, a free shot goes down and suddenly you are swapping club stories with a group from Manchester. In Barcelona this is the stage where someone orders a first mojito. In Croatia people are already on their third round. Setting sail At 2:45 PM we climbed aboard Split’s biggest floating club. Two decks, a big sound system, bar staff who work like they are chasing a world record and a drinks menu that could have been lifted from the Barcelona waterfront except for the prices. Cocktail buckets, vodka, beer and mixers were moving faster than the waves. I told myself I would pace it with rum and Coke but that plan lasted about twenty minutes. Blue Lagoon switch-up About an hour later the boat anchored in the Blue Lagoon. The water was postcard perfect and the sun was still high. People jumped in as if the first prize was bragging rights for life. I took a swim to clear my head and ended up in a spontaneous game of keep the beach ball in the air that grew until half the boat was involved. Every time someone dived in after it the DJ gave a play-by-play over the mic. In Barcelona that kind of chaos normally starts after midnight. Here it was still broad daylight. Back to Split in golden light We cruised back toward the city while the sun dipped behind the skyline. Music was still rolling, people were swapping numbers and promising to meet again. The photographer moved through the crowd and I am certain there will be at least one photo of me mid belly flop turning up online. The afters We docked at 8 PM and went straight from sea legs to club floors. The wristband got us into Bacvice Beach Club VIP with no queue and no cover charge. Half the boat came in together and the party picked up right where it had left off. I have guided plenty of big nights in Barcelona but arriving with a full crew straight off a boat is a different kind of energy. Final call from Barcelona Fifty euros for the pre-party, the boat with a live DJ, the Blue Lagoon swim and VIP club entry is a bargain even for my city. If you are a Barcelona regular who wants to swap tapas for grilled fish and trade the Med for the Adriatic, Out to Sea Split is the place to do it. And when you are back in my neighbourhood, the Barcelona Party Pass will keep you moving until sunrise.
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10 Unmissable Things to Do in Barcelona (2025 Guide)
10 Unmissable Things to Do! Last updated: May 10 2025 Barcelona is a feast of gothic alleyways, Gaudí daydreams, and golden beaches. If you are piecing together the perfect itinerary, keep scrolling: these are the city hot spots that earn a permanent place on every traveler’s bucket list. 1. La Sagrada Família – Gaudí’s Sky-High Masterpiece Step inside the basilica where light tumbles through kaleidoscope windows and pillars soar like a stone forest. Book skip-the-line tickets in advance; the queues can snake around the block by 9 a.m. 2. Park Güell – Mosaic Playground With a View Think Hansel-and-Gretel cottages, lizard fountains, and postcard city panoramas. Arrive for sunrise and you will have the famous serpentine bench almost to yourself. Pro tip: Free entry before 7 a.m. in low season. 3. Casa Batlló – The Dragon-Back Mansion From the bone-like balconies to the ocean-blue staircase, this remodel shows Gaudí at his most imaginative. Grab the augmented-reality audio guide; it brings the house to life with floating fish and flickering fireplaces. 4. Barri Gòtic (Gothic Quarter) – Medieval Maze Lose the map, follow the music, and you will bump into Roman walls, candlelit tapas bars, and craft-beer hideouts. Plaza del Rei hosts free jazz most weekends. 5. La Rambla – Barcelona’s Living Room Street performers, souvenir stalls, and enough gelato to sink a yacht. Duck into La Boqueria Market for fresh-pressed juice and jamón samples that ruin supermarket ham forever. 6. The Magic Fountain of Montjuïc – Night-Time Light Show From Thursday to Sunday, this 1929 fountain dances to pop playlists in a riot of colour. Pair it with a sunset stroll up Montjuïc for panoramic snaps. 7. Casa Milà (La Pedrera) – Rooftop Warriors in Stone The wavy façade gets the Instagram love, but the rooftop chimneys look like helmeted soldiers guarding the skyline. Night tours finish with a projection show under the stars. 8. Barceloneta Beach – Sand, Sangría, Repeat Morning yoga, midday paella, and late-night DJ sets at the chiringuitos (beach bars). Pack reef-safe sunscreen; Catalan sun shows no mercy. 9. Montjuïc Hill – Castles, Cable Cars, and Olympic Glory Ride the teleférico or tackle the hiking trails. Highlights: Montjuïc Castle cannon views, Joan Miró-filled art museums, and the 1992 Olympic Stadium. 10. Camp Nou – Cathedral of Football Even if you cannot name a single Barça player, the 99,000-seat bowl and trophy-packed museum deliver goosebumps. Tours now include interactive VR moments of Messi magic. Quick-Hit FAQ Question Fast Answer How many days to spend in Barcelona? Three full days cover the icons, five give you beach time and day trips. Do I need advance tickets for Gaudí sites? Yes, especially Sagrada Família and Park Güell. Same-day slots sell out fast. Is Barcelona walkable? Absolutely. Combine walks with the metro for longer hops. Plan Less, Live More Ready to turn that wish-list into reality? Snag your spot on the legendary Barcelona Party Animals Pub CrawlSkip the lines, score drink deals, and meet a squad of instant friends. Grab your ticket now Fuel your wanderlust with more insider guidesDive into our latest blog posts on nightlife, food, and hidden corners you will brag about discovering. Explore the blog Pack comfy shoes, an open mind, and a healthy appetite—Barcelona is waiting.
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What is the etiquette for pub crawls?
Barcelona Party Animals It is essential to be respectful and courteous to everyone on the crawl. Remember, you are all in it to have fun, so keep the vibe friendly and dodge any drama or negativity. The stranger clinking glasses next to you might turn into your future travel buddy or even your soulmate. The golden rule of pub-crawl etiquette Every successful crawl, whether it is a gritty back-street shuffle or our glammed-up Barcelona Party Animals tour, runs on one simple engine: respect. Treat bartenders like the rock stars they are, tip like you already struck gold, and never block the bar or the restroom. If someone spills a drink, hand them a napkin instead of an eye-roll. High-five new friends, introduce yourself to the shy solo traveler, and leave every venue just a little tidier than you found it. Karma points unlocked. What should I wear to a pub crawl? Think fashion-forward mixed with dance-all-night comfort. For the femmes: high-waisted jeans, a crop top and bright white sneakers keep ankles happy without killing the look. Feeling extra? Swap the denim for a flowy midi skirt, toss on a graphic tee and finish with chunky sandals. Instant effortless cool.For the gents: a casual button-down (yes, iron it) paired with dark denim and fresh kicks says, “I respect myself and the dress code.” Bonus points for a lightweight jacket you can knot around your waist once the dance floor turns tropical. What should you wear to a bar crawl? | BCL Google brought you here for outfit ideas, so welcome to the BCL cheat sheet: Layers – Mediterranean nights swing from balmy streets to arctic air-con. A denim or bomber jacket you can ditch is your best wingman. Pockets and cross-body bags – You will need free hands for raising glasses and throwing shapes. Leave the backpack at the hostel. Statement piece – Funky earrings, neon socks or a hat that screams “spot me later.” Your crew will thank you when everyone scatters. Breathable fabrics – Cotton, linen or a performance blend. You will log more steps than your fitness app can handle. Always check venue dress codes, especially for that high-end club finale. Our guides give you the heads-up so no one gets bounced at the velvet rope. How long to spend at each pub on a pub crawl? About half an hour sipping, chatting and soaking in the vibe, plus a quick stroll to the next bar. Long enough to finish your drink, short enough to keep momentum. Rolling with a massive group? Add five minutes for the inevitable “Where is Alex?” moment when Alex is busy petting the resident bar dog. Why do people like pub crawls? Social connection. A crawl is basically speed-dating for friendships (and sometimes romance). You show up with a built-in squad of adventure seekers, primed for laughs and zero judgment when your karaoke jumps an octave too high. Travelers love crawls for instant local intel; locals love meeting fresh faces. Combine drink specials, zero logistics stress and a hype crew guiding the way and you get nightlife alchemy. Rapid-fire etiquette pro tips Hydrate or hibernate: alternate every boozy beverage with water. Tomorrow-you sends thanks. Mind the volume: street shouting can earn noise fines. Save your roar for inside. Ask before photos: not everyone wants their dance face immortalized online. Respect personal space: two-step, do not body-check. Pay your share promptly: nothing kills crawl chemistry faster than bill math drama. Know your limits: pace yourself. Nobody applauds an early-night flame-out. The unexpected magic of kindness Kindness multiplies fun. Chat up the bartender about their favorite local IPA. Compliment a stranger’s vintage band tee. Offer a spare umbrella if rain tries to crash the party. Tiny gestures create giant memories and unlock hidden adventures. I once scored a rooftop after-party invite purely because I lent a phone charger to a tourist who turned out to be the guest DJ. New friend, new playlist, epic sunrise. Final cheers: your night, your story Follow these etiquette nuggets, rock that killer BCL outfit, linger just long enough at each pub and soak up those instant connections, and your crawl will become the storyline everyone retells at brunch (or, let’s be real, four-pm breakfast). Whether you are clinking glasses in a centuries-old tavern or tearing up a space-age dance floor, remember why you are there: legendary memories, zero negativity and a crew you can brag about meeting. Ready to crawl Barcelona like a pro? Grab your Barcelona Party Animals ticket right here and secure your spot on the next epic night out! Hungry for more nightlife inspo? Dive into my other club adventures on the blog and map out your next legendary evening!
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Red Garter Barcelona
Red Garter Barcelona Banjo-born legend, steak-scented sports cathedral, and the spot where our crawl anthem turns into a midnight Beyoncé howl. 10:20 p.m.—Ignition Sequence The wristbands scan, a neon-red shot materialises, and the karaoke monitor is already pleading for your song choice. One minute you’re still practising your Catalan “hola,” the next you’re shrieking Mr. Brightside with a dentist from Dublin. The whole ritual happens inside the double-arched doorway at Passeig de Colom 23, right on Port Vell’s palm-lined promenade, where Red Garter has become the official launchpad of the Barcelona Party Animals Pub Crawl. And yes, that first hit of mystery liquor is on the house—think of it as social lubricant with training wheels. Food Aesthetics Barcelona From Banjo Bands to Mediterranean Mic-Drops Long before Catalans discovered karaoke courage, Red Garter’s story began across the Tyrrhenian Sea. In 1962, American dreamer Jack Correa ripped the shutters off a tiny Florentine workshop, filled it with bourbon, banjo players and boisterous GIs, and accidentally invented Italy’s first American bar. Red Garter 1962The FlorentineFast-forward 55 years: Florentine entrepreneur Riccardo Tarantoli decides the concept deserves beach weather and Barça jerseys, so he opens a sister venue in Barcelona in 2017. Same outlaw spirit, fresh postcode. The Florentine The Space-Time Continuum (a.k.a. the Floor Plan) Walk in at sunset and the place reads like a sports cathedral: two-storey brick shell, mezzanine balcony, and UHD screens the size of living-room walls. A low-slung stage lurks front-and-centre, waiting for acoustic sets or rowdy bachelor parties. After dark the crimson paint job glows under LED strips, turning casual drinkers into accidental rock stars. Phone signal is spotty, which is a mercy—nobody needs evidence of your falsetto attempt. Day-Shift Sports, Night-Shift Notes From 4 p.m. onward, every corner kick, Hail Mary and slam-dunk streams in high-def; burgers and pitcher deals keep the afternoon crowd glued to their benches. At 22:30 sharp the TVs morph into karaoke lyrics, the DJ flicks from ESPN to Don’t Stop Believin’, and the “spectator” section becomes a mosh pit of would-be mezzo-sopranos. Karaoke isn’t weekly—it’s a nightly rite, seven days a week, rain or Sant Joan fireworks. Red Garter 1962 Fuel: Burgers, Buckets & Wings Night Red Garter’s kitchen isn’t shy. We’re talking “Texas XXL” beef towers, racks of sticky ribs that could anchor a schooner, and nacho plateaus layered like geological strata. Vegetarians survive on fajita skillets and fried-onion mountains, but carnivores reign supreme. Happy-Hour runs till 22:00; after that you’re into tower-beer territory, frozen margaritas by the litre, and the occasional rum bucket built for four reckless souls. Tuesdays mean free tacos, Mondays drop beer-pong promos, and a recent Instagram reel promises ten wings for six euros—poultry inflation be damned. Plot Your Next Night-Magic Reading Need to preview the rest of the mischief on our route? Check out these dispatches from the trenches before you lace up: Jamboree—Brick-Vault Jazz & Post-Show Soul Dancing Sutton—VIP Velvet, Champagne Rain & That Infamous Staircase Shôko—Beachfront Bass Quakes & Sushi at Sunrise City Hall—Techno in a Centuries-Old Theatre Surf the full stories at barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog and design your stamina plan accordingly. Ready to carve your name into Red Garter’s guest-book of glorious regret? Snag your crawl wristband, warm up those vocal cords, and meet us at the doors by 22:20. The first shot’s waiting—and so is your inevitable encore. barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com Mic drop. Rib lift.
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The Room Bar, Barcelona – Our Crawlers’ Launch Pad Where Pitchers Flow, Mirrors Lie and Plans Go Sideways
The Room Bar, Barcelona Carrer de la Marina 19, wedged between the casino fountain and that massive Frank Gehry fish, sits The Room Bar—the spot every flavour of Barcelona Party Animals crawl (Gòtic, Raval, even that rogue El Born one) converges before we stampede the Port Olímpic clubs. Think of it as a big, glitter-covered funnel: you tip in from every corner of the city, swirl round a few monster jugs of mojito, then spill out towards Pacha, Shôko and Opium in one noisy blob. First Impressions – Bling, Breeze and Brunch-Leftovers Mid-afternoon you’ll catch locals munching poke bowls on the terrace while tourists nurse bottomless mimosas. Inside it’s mirrors galore—walls, ceilings, maybe the staff uniforms, not sure. LED strips pulse magenta like the bar swallowed a 90s rave flyer. After 20:00 the shisha pipes spark up and reggaetón sneaks in from somewhere (probably the DJ booth hidden behind the dessert fridge). By half-ten the place is pumped enough to power the national grid. Meeting hack: we tell latecomers “look for the shiny bar under the fish statue.” Nobody has failed that clue yet—touch wood. Drinks – Your Budget May Scream but Your Insta Will Cheer The menu reads like a cocktail encyclopaedia written by a hyper child. A few crowd killers: Mojito Jar – fresh mint jungle, two straws, roughly a litre; share or don’t, we’re not the police. Sunset Spritz – cava + Aperol + secret red syrup that’s 70 % sugar, 30 % WHO-cares. Electric Blue Bowl – tastes of melted ice-lolly and regret; eight straws included. Espresso Martini Duo – two minis served on a skateboard (why? who knows). Singles float around €10, cauldrons hit €24ish. Tip jar’s optional but trust me, friendly bartenders remember a coin. Grub – Nachos Vs Seagull: Round Two Kitchen keeps flipping food till about 01:00. Nacho stacks arrive like cheesy Jenga towers, burgers ooze BBQ sauce, sushi rolls appear surprisingly decent for a cocktail den. Watch your plate if you’re on the terrace; a seagull nicked my pal Freya’s jalapeño last week and she’s still traumatised. Mirror Maze Mayhem Route to the loos looks like a low-budget fun-house: floor-to-ceiling mirrors on both sides. Last month my mate Lindi walked smack into her own reflection, muttered “sorry luv” and carried on. If everything’s spinning, slide your hand along the wall or you’ll end up apologising to yourself too. Why We Use The Room and Not, Say, La Rambla Central as chips – three metro stops within a 10-minute trot; taxi drivers actually know the address. Pitchers cheaper than club singles – you’d pay €15 for a tiny mojito inside Opium. Maths, fam. Beach proximity – finish drink, stumble twenty metres, boom: sea breeze and VIP queue. Terrace + indoor AC – smokers outside, makeup melting crew inside. Symbiotic harmony. Survival Tips from Yours Truly Order in pairs – bar queue doubles every five minutes after 10 p.m. Pay as you go – splitting one monster tab with twenty half-cut Brits is a migraine. Hydrate – ask for “un vas d’aigua” with a grin; they’ll hand over tap water, free ninety-nine. Hookah etiquette – don’t poke the coals with your metal straw (seen it, smelt it, never again). Watch the step – terrace has a sneaky two-inch drop; my pint knows gravity too well. Extra Bedtime Reading While Your Phone Charges Sutton Barcelona – velvet ropes & that staircase: barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/sutton-barcelona Jamboree – jazz cave turned late-night soul party: barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/jamboree-barcelona City Hall – techno in a 19th-century theatre: barcelonaanimalspubcrawl.com/blog/city-hall-barcelona Final Marina Musings Will The Room invent a sangria paddling pool next season? Wouldn’t put it past them. Will I test-drive it? Deffo. Until then chuck Carrer de la Marina 19 into Maps, arrive hungry, guard your nachos from sky-pirates, and practise saying “ciutat vella” sober before the pint-pitcher does its evil work. Spot me double-fisting spritz goblets at half-ten and holler “Party Animals assemble!” – first swig’s yours if you nail the line. See you under the glitter lights.
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