Pueblo Acantilado Alicante

These pictures are from me trying to take a photo of myself writing with my ancient feather pen from the Alicante market and from walking around Alicante on a tour of the the two cathedrals, San Nicolas y Santa Barbara.
The pictures later are from our visit to two little pueblos just outside of Alicante; Guadalest and Altea. In the little town of Guadalest is a beautiful castle ...

... up." And now I don't even have to worry about hopes because it's a reality. What a nice feeling. I rarely feel content and satisfied and even more than that excited about things and a truly happy camper. I feel corny. Haha. But I'm glad I feel corny rather than homesick or actually sick or depressed. And I hope that I can hold onto this feeling and experience more great ones as the time comes to pass.
My only sadness is ...

... consists of three countries". So, in my English accent i played along and said "I am English". He said " they don't teach you things like that in uni, but its important". Agreeingly, I replied "well, I have been to uni and they certainly did not teach me that". He then said that the best way to keep your passport safe is to bury it. Well after loosing the coke bottle in the sand this certainly wasnt an option for me. However, it may be an idea to buy Alex a shovel.

So, day 2 in Alacant. Had to start off by finding the British consulate so Alex can get a new passport. After a pretty standard day we bought some cheap Sangria and food which we cooked in the courtyard of the hostel. Thats right 7 euros a night and it has an f-in courtyard. We cooked food, drank and ate with a few of the German dudes whilst the rest of the guys where lost in the city. After ...

First of all I can´t believe we actually survived the night. Whats more is that the lizards and cockroaches running around didnt go near me. Thats a good start.

Never see famous people in England , yet you cycle 1500 miles to a supermarket in the middle of Spain you find Tony Robbinson. Amazing. Then we ate big food ...

... full of beer ad liquor. At 19;00 hours, the festivities began. Men came out on horses, and others marched playing music. Atop the crowd was the President of the ring (presiding dignitary) who has a private box. The seats were wooden benches, and there was nothing modern in the whole stadium. We got a couple of beers, and settled in. Next thing we knew, a bull came flying out of the gate and 6 amateur matadors ran around as the bull chased them. When the bull got close, they would hide ...

... Alors que faire? Ne rien boire sous prétexte qu'il serait dangereux d'augmenter la probabilité de faire des choses que je regretterai? Et si je ne sortais carrément pas, ferais-je moins de bêtises? Pas sûr... Mais alors je peux continuer de boire tout en me disant que je sais me contrôler car je connais mes limites? En prenant donc le risque d'avoir parfois un comportement déviant... Pas facile mais pour ceux qui me connaissent, je ne suis pas partisan de ...

... il va falloir que je me pose. Moustiques: Ces bestioles ont vu en moi un gros Big Mac (ou un Triple Whopper pour les fans). Ils m'ont sucé toute ma sauce. Du coup je la récupère en les tuant le matin. Ca fait plaisir de revoir son sang dans un sopalin à côté du cadavre de l'insecte. Bien fait!! Ma sauce n'est pas à consommer à emporter!! Par contre, ils m'ont laisser des souvenirs ces clients!! J'ai des plaques rouges sur mon pain et ça me gratte trop!! Salsa: Pitié les ...

... so we walked to the "town centre" and dropped it off. Came back and had a nap, the heat just has me over. We went to the hostal bar for dinner and had the Menu del Dia; seafood spaghetti followed by white fish (our Spanish wasn't good enough and the chef's english wasn't good enough for us to work out what sort of fish!) in garlic and herbs all finished off with cheesecake. Took a stroll to the sea and then came back to the hostal.

... this point we were a little concerned that we had not put the cover on the tent but were enjoying ourselves to care too much!! The street was buzzing with locals, buskers and marketeers and tourists who had come to soak up the atmosphere, as we watched dusk turn into night. Even though it turned out to be only a one night stop and one of the smallest towns on our Spanish leg, it was one of the most simple but special and reignited us for the rest of Spain!