A great way to waste a day off is by starting it at 3pm. After over indulging in the spectacular hospitality and beautiful wine in Logrono (best in Spain) and after parties of the local fiesta happening in the city, we woke realising it was 3 hrs after check out. We went down and just booked in for another night, so it was all cool. The Spanish are rad like that. We missed the running of the bulls today though, I was pretty bummed about that. It’s apparently in a stadium not in the streets like Pamplona.

I felt like shit, I mixed way too many drinks and it caught up with me. The only thing that made me feel better was Danny telling me that he woke up in the corridor of the hotel in front of the elevators on our level. How? I don’t know but I wished someone had taken a photo. We wondered if there was cctv, that would be great to watch, but then maybe they wouldn’t have been so keen to have us for night number 2?

After doing some menial computer based tasks we went out for a bite. I went to bed after this and we again hit the town for dinner when everyone else does, 10:30pm. We cruised around trying different tapas bars and stomached our first beers of the day. We bumped into these 5 chicks that we apparently met the night before, I didn’t even remember meeting them, but they knew our travel plans so it must’ve been true. They took us out for more tapas and beer and then we watched a dj play songs in the street. It was nowhere near as good as the Spanish hard rock band that played the night before. The singer crowd surfed with an ignited firecracker sticking out of his arse crack. It was gold!

Off to bed, got to get up and get the tire fixed and then drive to Valencia to continue the onslaught once again.

-Higgsy