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Published: October 26th 2008
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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 doing dive catches. We didn’t care it was cold and raining or that we were hung over and that no one else was on the beach. We threw Fifteeny around for over 2 hours and if we hadn’t have got hungry we’d probably still be there now.
After a feed of tapas and Jez accidently stealing some guys umbrella who was super pissed off,
we decided it was high time we did some washing. Our clothes were honking and we were running out of clean things. The first two Laundromats we went to were closed so we were directed to another which was a good hike away. I looked like a blue version of Santa claus as we had stuffed all our clothes into a giant blue rubbish sack and I was hauling it over my shoulder. We arrived at the Laundromat to find they wanted to charge us around 40 Euros to do a load of washing, we unpolitely declined and had to haul all our stuff back. Jez was pissy but cheered up when his old mate Bluey came in to talk to us when back at the hostel. About an hour later we managed to sneak away, boy can Blue spin a yarn. Blue had given us some good advice on where to buy ice creams, so we indulged. Jez had a shocker with his, he got it chocolate dipped. Within 30 seconds it was melting everywhere. He looked like a two year old kid with chocolate all over his hands and face. Thankfully we were near the ocean so he
could clean himself up.
We decided to walk up to the top of the hillside which overlooks both beaches and has a giant statue of Jesus Christ. We got some good photos and saw where the cannons were set up in the olden days to shoot down ships invading the bay. It would be amazing to watch what a battle in those days would have been like from a vantage point like this. Whilst coming back down the mountain we stumbled across a quaint little shack. We peered inside and found it was a secret little bar with I guess you would call gypsy’s selling beer. It had the most incredible view, so we sat back and had a few cold ones and admired it all. I’m pretty sure Jez pulled out his ‘Just living the dream’ catchphrase.
It had been a few hours since we had used Fifteeny so we decided to head back in for another swim. We made it back to the hostel and headed out with Brent and an aussie girl Steph for dinner and were just in time to catch sunset. We sat and relaxed watching the sun go down before it was
time for yet another feed of tapas. This time we went for garlic mushrooms with bacon, I think that is possibly the ultimate tapas. Jez managed to get yelled at again by a local, this time for moving someone’s food. Luckily he can pull off the ‘oops I’m foreign, don’t hit me because I’m stupid’ look. The 2 for 1 bar was cranking so we thought it be rude not to pay another visit. There was a company taking photos of everyone at the bar so that was kind of strange, not sure what they were for, I think the website was tillate.com or something, so we may be famous now. Later on in the evening we caught up with a mate Steve who was also on busabout. He had befriended a Venezuelan who worked at the hostel and knew of all the good nightclubs. The first we visited was a university bar which was packed and had a band playing. For some reason there were no tall people in the whole bar, I felt like an absolute giant as there was no one else over 6 feet. Maybe surfing and eating tapas stunts your growth? Our next port of
call was a large bar that was reasonably empty, we played a few drinking games and about an hour later the place was packed. They have a strange day clock in San Sebastian, everyone seems to start their day at about midday and party well into the night. I’m not sure if that’s because it’s Spanish, because it is a university town or whether they knew us two charming devils were in town, ha ha.
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