July 18 - Barcelona

The alarm woke us promptly at 9am. No, we didn’t have to catch a train or save the world (no time for any of that), the Bledisloe was on! We had done some research whilst in Barcelona and discovered an Irish pub down the road that was going to show it. So, off we struggled to the pub. There were about 12 people in the pub, half Aussie and half kiwi. A few of the Aussie guys hadn’t actually gone to bed the night before and were just charging on. They were extremely committed.

As the history books tell us, the Wallabies went down 22-16 with rugby the winner on the day, and let us never mention the game again….

As our body’s battery levels were low, we went back to the hostel at around 11 and got some shut eye.

We woke at the pleasant hour of 3pm, feeling mightily refreshed. Feeling that we should do something besides sleep the day away, we smuggled up and hit the beach. This was as non-eventful as watching a snail crawl across the floor. The highlight being this guy who sold donuts that balanced on a plate on top of his head. He was singing, playing the triangle, and running over to people all while still balancing the donuts. It was very impressive.

That night we went down to the hostel bar again and ran into the 3 Welsh boys we had met 3 nights ago. 2 of them were the drunkest Welsh people I have ever seen, and they were hilarious. They had been at the pub since 1pm watching the Ashes and had decided to hit it hard. They were accidently spilling beer all over their sober mate and running up to talk to random chicks (which the sober mate actually didn’t mind). They had no idea where their passport or cameras were (with the sober mate) and would periodically have stress attacks before realising that they were with their mate.

At around midnight, Jez’s body shut down and he hopped off to bed whilst I went on a pub crawl organised by the hostel. I went to the first pub, had a beer, realised that the pub crawlers were the only people there and promptly went back to the hostel and went to bed.

Cheers,

Monty