My head was a little seedy in the morning and I was adamant I had heard 13 bells ring. I couldn’t believe I had slept until 1pm. Jez had thought the same but when we looked at our watches it was only 10:30am. We realised later that they had some weird bell system. The weather outside was overcast and a light drizzle. I wasn’t going to let that stop me from hitting the beach. Jez begrudgingly came with me and we bought along a ball to throw around. Jez had bought it in Valencia for me seeing as he had lost my frisbee. It was the best purchase ever, we dubbed it ‘Fifteeny’, mainly because it looks like the number 15 ball you use in pool. Anyway it skims off the water and is great for ... read more

We checked out of our hostel. It was the worst accommodation we had during our travels. There were two old guys that worked there, one was a lovely old guy, the other was a crabby old bastard. We seemed to keep having to deal with the crabby buggar, it didn’t help that every time we tried to enter the hostel Jez had a nightmare with the keys and couldn’t open the door. This would drag the old guy out to let us in and he would give Jez a lecture on how to use keys. I guess it was quite funny, he must have thought Jez was a bit simple. Anyway we were glad to move on. The day outside was sunny, shame it was a day late, we used the morning to climb up the ... read more

I was sad to leave Barcelona, but Valencia was calling. We jumped on the bus at 8am and the guide biffed on Mr and Mrs Smith, I realised that the last time I had seen it was in Suva, Fiji many moons ago. I think I may have had a nap or two before we neared our destination, I was awoken to find out some Valencia facts. They have on average 320 days of sunshine a year, which may explain why oranges are one of the areas main exports. Valencia is also the home of paella, hosts La Tomatina and has a truckload of churches. Because we had booked our hostels the night before we left London I guess we couldn't expect too much. I say this because we were staying in a quaint hostel, run ... read more

Andre woke up crazy early to get to the airport. Jez and I walked him to the train station, ha ha yeah right. We grunted goodbyes and went straight back to sleep. We didn't wake again until the hostel staff were shaking our beds and telling us we had to change rooms. We begrudgingly did so, and because we were up we decided to head out. We were starving and decided on Burger King because it was close by. We were dying for a coke, so were devastated when they told us their machine was broken. I understood what the waitress said so just asked for a water, Jez had a translation breakdown and ended up ordering a beer by accident. I'm fairly sure he was crying on the inside. After some sulking and sharing my ... read more

A long sleep in was warranted from all the festivities of yesterday. We sauntered down for breakfast and chatted to an Aussie girl, she was telling us about her travels and her boyfriend when this weird Tasmanian guy who had been lingering around the bar all week came over and tried to start hitting on her. His tactics were worse than Jez's bizarre staring ritual - he talked about marsupials. It was painful, now I know why Tasmania has a bad reputation. Andre and Bluey were in the same dorm room and had been yarning to an Aussie guy Andy and a Canadian girl Lindsay. They both joined us on our day trip to Cape D'ail which is a secluded beach between Nice and Monaco. We hit Nice town first for a greasy feed of Chinese. ... read more