Woke up round about eightish with everyone still asleep I decided to go out and hunt down a shop that would provide us with breakfast, returned with Bacon and Bread to make sandwiches.
Paul awoke and we decided that it would be best if we went off alone to find a car, first of all we tried a place called Vanguard about half hours walk from the flat only to be told that the person had gone home and wouldnt be back until monday. Next we walked up a big hill to find a place which had its shutters closed down, then back down the hill in search of a Hertz, Avis or Eurocar only to find that none of them existed anymore. I was thinking by this time stay in Barcalona till Monday, I think Paul the same.
Returned to the flat carless, Rob, Phil and Joe (none of whom had spent the last three hours walking) thought that we should go to the airport and get a car from there. Carry heavy rucksacks through a maze of winding streets and long metro tunnels in the searing heat we eventually found the Aerobus to take us to the airport.
After about three hours of phoning car firms, waiting in looooooooong queues, finding the correct car and allowing Paul time to find his way out of the car park we were off. Driving along the barmiest motorway I have been on, cars weaving in and out of lanes, road signs pointing to roads before the one you actually want, undertaking and overtaking at ridiculous speeds, but once out of barcelona the drivers seemed to calm down a little and we had a pleasant few hours drive to Zaragosa.
Arriving in Zaragosa we attempted to find a campsite on a road called Avenida de Madrid, not particularly easy with a map, then after an hour of driving purchased a map and asked directions at a garage but still could not find it. Paul has a tendency to completely ignore both roadsigns and instructions and my map reading skills leave something to be desired.
About eleven we were all turning into grumpy old men and it was decided for the sake of harmony that we should find a hotel, with Joe now directing and after an half hour of driving we found a reasonable hotel. I asked the receptionist if there were any good bars still open, looking at me as if I were mad, he whipped out a map and said there are bars here which are good, when they close everyone comes here and that was just across the street.
After freshening up it was aboput 12.15 and we decided it was time to hit the town, first of all to a bar playing techno music 2 beers in there, then round the corner to a tapas bar for some food, Pauls attempts at Spanish were met with the disdain that they deserved. "Wots a matta cant you speak inglish or summin'". Across the street a busy bar that played decent music, Rob, Joe, Paul and Phil decided that they didnt want to drink sensible lager but wanted to try something that was like a highly alcholic slush puppy
Moving on after a few of these a cocktail bar, pina coladas all around. Then to a dodgy spanish pop music bar that played a song called 'No Soy Superman' which I dont reckon that I will ever get out of my head.
After this back to the bar with decent music but by this time word had got around that there were some ingleses in town and it would be fun to come and take the piss out of them. Paul almost pulled some Spanish girl until he told her that we were on the way to Pamplona at which point she said disgustedly 'Ahhh the Basque!'.
After more alcoholic slush puppies and beers, Paul said he needed to go home and as it was 5.30 I went with him. At which point Paul's sense of Misdirection kicked in and he was trying to get me to travel the wrong way but I was not going to listen and within two minutes we were back at the hotel asleep.
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