Italianos

The day started off with the depature of our two french roomates, which was a sad moment. Yet it was set to get even more trecherous as we began to venture up the winding stairs of Torre Del Micalet of the Catedral of Valencia. Once at the top it gave a similiar sense of achievement of that of climbing Mount Everest but it was well worth the hike as we could see all of Valencia from the top. Once back on ground level we slowly realised that due to it being a Sunday everything was shut and so we started to wander what seemed as a setting out of 28 days later. However, we quickly discovered little market stalls all around us which was filled with lots of souvenirs but also illegal contraband such as DVDs and CDs (no it wasn't another me or victa, it was a load of jonathans). The maddest moment was when about a stampede of 50 rogue sellers began charging towards us trying to flee the police, who wouldn't be scared of 50 sprintings jonathans. The day got even better as when we eventually returned back to the hostel we were greeted to 3 new italian roomates, we quickly exchanged 'banter' mainly the fact that Daniele the guy, spoke like Borat and was a top scouser, the two girls with him were also full of banter and we quickly gained the role of tour guide for them. This culminated into us playing cards in the park and then Victor getting murked by one of the girls Fran. She sniffed his hand saying it smelt like lemon and as a puzzled Victor slowly raised his hand to check the smell, she pushed his hand and so Victor just faceplanted his own hand. Only Victor. Today proved that when all is lost, 3 italians can make life much more fun; we now go on to Madrid to await the arrival of Jimmy and Chris.