Tourism Suicide

I was hoping that the rumours floating around this week about the coffee shop ban to tourists in the Netherlands was some sort of crude jokes. However, it looks set to happen as the tabloids grab hold of the story and verify the claims. It appears that come the end of the year tourists shall have to pay for an annual `dope pass' for one cafe and each cafe is allowed 1500 members. In all honesty, I'm perfectly fine with this considering we hit the Dam in just over 8 weeks, so we'll get the best of it before the heavy hand of the law strikes.

The latest update of the trip is as follows:

• Everyone apart from Wilson is completely booked (Barca hostel, Rail pass & flight home from Brussels)
  


• We await from Carney and Swainbank to report back on their trip to Brussels to see how long it's worth staying there



• I can't be fucked with these exams

So, it's 7 weeks to the day until I set off to Barcelona. It's also less than 24 hours before my Economics exam, swerve Classical models and the ISLM. I want my sangria and paella.

The Slow Beginning

As is customary with making any arrangements with a group of 3 or more lads, things tend to drag and drag and then drag a little more but once things get going we can't be stopped. So right now, we've had a few people book a coach from Benni to Barca which once everyone has done, I can book flights out and a hostel for them to recover.

This leaves us with one final step to complete the preparation for the trip namely, book flights home in which case this time round it may be Brussels. Jingy has to come home on the 11th to catch up with his Uncle who's over from the States. This leaves us with a prediciment of whether to travel on without him to one last city or to just leave with him. The pass itself would run out on the 11th so we could easily get to Brussels on the 10th and let him spend a day and night there and we fly home on the 13th or we could just get there early and fly home with him.

Nontheless, Eurotrip is all for one and one for all. Can't be ditching one of the group so that they miss an entire city, I'm sure we'll sort it out eventually i.e. Jack, Phil or I as the rest are simply sheep and just follow whoever organises stuff.

As Miss Silcock says... In the end, we'll get it sorted and despite being in the middle of exams, I just want to give up on life and do this 24/7, if only there was some sort of viable job that could let me do this....

Mike Wilson... Serial Bottler

With the prospect of the second Eurotrip looming it all seems a bit daunting, not just because no one is organising it from start to finish but also because those people who promised to come last year are preaching the same old story. However, this year Mike Wilson has gone one step further having acquired a 50 litre backpack, now that's some serious shit if I've ever heard it.

But let's make one thing clear.... this is Mike Wilson.

I will only believe him when I see him in Toulon where I hope to meet the rest of the group, until then I shall take his remarks on the chin and play along in his demented game. Eurotrip 2.0 will be just as good if not better but I would be lying if I said I'm not worried. I have to meet them somewhere and it might well be me on my ones and so I have the slight thought in the back of my mind that I'll be there stood at the airport by myself. I haven't the faintest clue who will step up to the plate to run this but considering last year Eurotrip was organised by Feburary and not a word has been discussed now... well it just appears this will be an epically unorganised but nontheless brilliant adventure. After all, it's all about the spur of the moment stuff, let's just hope I have someone to share it with.