Oh where oh where to sleep

The past few days have been somewhere between a whirlwind and a clusterfuck.

I left Figueres a day later than I planned.

On the day I planned, I got to the bus terminal to get my big pack out of the locker.
Bus terminal closed.

A short beg routine later, I am let in and thankfully retrieve my things.

But its just started.

Nate misread the arrivals for the departure trains and got himself stuck with no hostel for a night.

The first night search is on.

So help myself to a little 2km hike to the campsite where I sleep on the ground for 5 euros.

Have been making a habit of counting pennies lately.

Next day I make it to Barcelona and then grab a second train to Valencia.

True to form every single hostel in the city is completely full.

Unbeknownst (sp?) to me, the city was in the middle of a huge Formula 1 rally or race or something.

After hiking all over the city looking for a Pension or a bar with a room ... a hostel worker finally rescues me and finds me a room.

Granted it was the equivalent of 45 bucks, a bit steep, but I really didn't want to sleep in the park with my passport and creditcards on me (shoulda left them in the locker).

That night was hot, very hot... humid room, no fan, no breeze... I had to sweat it out, using a damp towel to cool off, periodically throughout the night.

Next day was a search for housing.

Everything was full.

I finally found a campsite 30km out of the city where I am now. Had to hike across the city for the bus to get here.

The campsite wouldn't give me the cheap price for no tent, but I met an Aussie Kiwi pair of rubbers... car camping across europe.

They offered to let me camp on their site further up the road, so tomorrow that's where I'm heading. They're going to La Tomatina as well.

I'm recruiting guys to help me get up the greased pole.

Tradition demands the festival doesn't start until someone gets the leg of ham at the top.

I want it.

But I have to get past the Spaniards that try to pull tourists down.

We'll see how that goes.

This was their drunk finger puppet.

Two other Aussie fellas I met and their tounges ... and the drunk fingerpuppet.

Interview with a drunk fingerpuppet.











The Bull fighting arena in Valencia.





















This is what I wanted to see.


















This was all they had in August. Yeah, this.