Pungent feet and crusty towels

An early start of 4.30am slowly turned into a slight nightmare for Leo and myself. With the gate closing at 6.00am we were still stuck going through security checks whist Garno swaned through the fast lane. Further to the delay we realised Garnett was on a later flight and that we had to meet him in Barca later on. We managed to make final call to our relief but were only greeted by evils from the awaiting passengers already on board.

The arrival of the boys was a spectacle to behold, each carrying a war wound of their own but all equally distraught as if they had been touched by Purple Aki. The above picture shows Wilson in our hostel, which is the best I've ever been to as of yet. We can all conclude that he's not in the best of states and is now sound asleep resting for the night ahead. We're conveniently close to Av. Diagonal and just 10 minutes from the beach so the location is pretty good. Loftus has arrived with Brown and Stanton at last years Barca hostel with Garno and Leo both choosing another hostel closer to us. Tonight is about getting everyone on the mend, even if does involve cerveza.

Eurotrip starts here and this will be a month to remember. Watch this space.x