Planamar Platja d'Aro

... debating whether to put it all on your back or to distribute the contents into a hand held bag as well that will make your arm lose circulation but relieves some back stress. (I know, woe is me, poor little European traveler. No sympathy, I get it.) Anyway, I opted for the 2-pack for this travel day. I knew I was going to be on a long bus ride so I had my computer and books and earphones, etc. in a smaller bag. The hulking backpack that looks like a tightly wrapped ...

... interesting. I saw all the buildings colored in white with bright orange outlines. Huge stone towers stood on opposite sides of the city at one time used for protecting and overlooking the city. Also the city has an enormous garden running all along the border underneath the bridges and it is wonderful for strolling through on a sunny afternoon. The architecture has this similar style as the past two southern places I visited with lots of bright oranges and ...

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The whether was changing all the time. We were almost stopped by amazing wind, but other times the sun was shining and it felt like summer with 28 Celsius degrees max! We could still enjoy a jump in the sea and slept without tent every night!!!!

We met another crazy cyclists on the way again! With Jurgen or "der kober" we spend a nice diner at campfire and camped near the sea at Cala Morisca. Jurgen travels with ...

Este era nuestro recorrido, como ireis comprobando sufrirá (disfrutará :P) cambios, hay ciudades que no teniamos previstas que luego incluimos y viceversa.
Podría poner el recorrido final, sí, pero...

Ruta con los días:

16sept: valencia - frankfurt hahn - tren a frankfurt mein y coger tren nocturno a praga
17sept: praga y tren nocturno a budapest
18sept: budapest
19sept: budapest
20sept: viena
21sept ...

... of bodies had now congregated. Gary took the boys further into the crowd (they were really keen to throw some tomatoes!), and the girls and I stayed put. As the hooters went off, the crowd roared and cheered, and we saw the truck inching forward into the masses. Us girls backed away a bit at this point, and up in the side street - which gave us a perfect view. What we didn't realise at the time, was the consequence of the truck ...

... repeating "I'm 33! I'm young. I'm 33. I'm young!" and he told Allison she was the first person to tell him he looked old. Hahahahahahaha. Oh, I also forgot to mention that at one point I thought he was telling us he had a 13 yr old son. But he wasn't.. I have no idea why I thougth he was saying that.. it might have been his lisp or maybe some weird old midget bull fighter joke that I'm supposed to think is funny. It wasn't. Entonces, I tried to mend the bad blood ...

We made it. Shocked and suprised to really be in Europe for the first time. It feels like a right of passage. I can´t believe I am here. It is so old and so steeped in tradition. It makes Canada feel, I don´t know, like it is not its own country but something based on a whole bunch of other places.... ok, wait, that´s what it is. And I love my country so I am ok with that. Alright, enough rambling. We didn´t have a place booked ...

... hosed down Joe and I in front of her house, and somewhat cleaner, we walked back to our prearranged meeting spot to find the lost others. We managed to find Shane and Tara. Shane had lost his toga as expected and Tara, though still filthy, had managed to sore herself a mismatched pair of thongs (she had come without shoes). We didn't manage to get on a train until 3.30, but again managed to score a seat. We were all utterly exhausted - Shane and Joe fell asleep on the ...

... the hotel name and the bus driver let me off. Actually I discovered that the bus drives past the road on the other side of the hotel, after doing a bit of a loop so I think I would have seen the hotel, and been able to get off! Didn´t bother with going out to dinner, as I had picked up some supplies at a supermarket while traipsing across the city earlier and was able to make cheese paninis to go with my whisky! Let´s hope NZ does better tomorrow.

I stumbled into the kitchen for a drink very late the next morning. I was caught there when a parade of family members cut off my escape. They were David's family, and that made them French. And I was glad I had decided to put some pants on. *** David's mother, father, brother, and girlfriend had driven down to take David home. None of them spoke a word of English or Spanish. This made things a little ...