Southern Europe

August - September 2023
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  • Day 11

    Garden days

    August 30, 2023 in France ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Given that I had seen most of Montpellier yesterday, I kind of planned to use today to relax and catch up on my journal logs. This is the only reason, for the first time in my trip, that my journal logs are completely up to date. It is difficult to believe, to be honest. But rather than sitting in my room and doing it, I went to the gardens of Montpellier to wander around and find different places to sit down, enjoy nature, and complete my logs. Although this garden was the best place for it, the gardens were pretty disappointing. I stuck to the nicer areas, but some sections were not well maintained with dead bushes and poorly kept soil. Nonetheless, it was a nice change from the constant walking around that I had been doing. After this, I returned to my hostel, went into the communal area, and finished off the changes. The only other thing I achieved with my day was buying the cheapest and most substantial snacks I could for a bit travel day tomorrow. Barcelona is next on my list, and I am very excited to get out of Montpellier and see what Barcelona has to offer. Although it will be difficult without much money, I know I will have more luck finding things to do in Barcelona than Montpellier.

    I did end the day by going and seeing the city by night, which I had not yet done. This was a cool experience, too. They light up the city and the monuments with beautiful lights, and people accumulate all around the city for some classic European public drinking. It was a nice way to see the city before I left.
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  • Day 12

    Barcelona

    August 31, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Today, I began my long journey to Barcelona and, as such, added Spain to my list of travel destinations. I am unsure how long I will be staying in the city, but shortly after I arrived at the hostel, I was sure i was to extend. The hostel is very social, it has a bar attached to it with cheap food and drink for guests, and organise walking tours and pub crawls, as well as welcome drinks every night to let new people meet. Not only this, but it was very clean and organised, with comfy beds and, above all else, a decent pillow. Truly a heaven sent after this long travelling. I had only booked for 2 nights, as it is all I could afford, but my parents and I have been able to work out a temporary financial situation in which I will be able to continue travelling. For which I am very grateful. However, I really do hope that soon my car sells or my inheritance money comes through to remove that burden from their shoulders.

    Either way, my morning was mostly focused on getting myself packed and ready for a long bus trip. It was about 6 hours that turned into 7 quite quickly, with your standards bus delays and traffic. But after arriving, I checked in, dropped my bag off, and re-walked the path I had just taken to get to the hostel. Along the walk, there were some really nice areas that I wanted to see without lugging a bag around. This includes pigeon square, where pigeons are reguarly fed to ensure there are hundreds there at all times - for what reason?! I do not know. Going on, my journey started at the Arco de Triunfo de Barcelona and continued along the path named Passeig de Lluís Companys. At the end was a zoo, but I wasn't overly excited about that and chose instead to wander the following streets to see what I could find. There were some amazing buildings, which I couldn't even find a name or description for. I think the architecture in the city just makes every building look important. I then stumbled upon the parliament of Catalonia before heading towards the Port to walk along the water. There wasn't much exciting stuff here, just a column / monument at the end. I then popped into the Gothic quarter of the town, which is kind their old town. The main attraction here was the Barcelona Cathedral, which was closed, but even seeing it from the outside was impressive. It was at this point that I wanted to check out MACBA or the Barcelona Museum of Contemporary Art, but it's likely not for the reasons you're thinking. Barcelona is well known for their tolerance for artistic expression in many different forms, which I will outline in tomorrow's log where we wander through the street art of Barcelona. But this museum is the Mecca of street skating. EVERY decent skater has made the trek to Barcelona to skate the ledges, stairsets, and manual pads out the front ofbthe museum. So i was incredibly curious to see what it's like on a daily basis, and it was awesome to see. There were some incredible skaters doing some insane shit. People drinking, chatting, and skating it reminded me of a regular skate park but right out the front of Barcelona's most significant museum. In classic skater fashion, people were also smoking weed and doing coke while they skated, something I rarely saw in Australian skate parks, but it seemed quite standard here. This was my final stop before I headed back to the hostel.

    I was tempted into the welcome drinks, but I could already tell that my weekend was probably gonna be quite busy with drinking, and so I let myself sleep and figured I would do Friday and Saturday. So, it was a relatively early night and a decent sleep in to prepare for a big few days in Bareclona.
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  • Day 13

    Catalonia Street Art

    September 1, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 29 °C

    Today, I didn't have much planned but wanted to do a walking tour, so I figured I would participate in the tours organised by the hostel. The strategy was to get a tour while also meeting people from the hostel. The strategy was sound, but the execution didn't go as planned as only 3 people (including me) participated. Meaning I only met two other people from the hostel, both of whom I would never see again. This is made slightly worse because there is the expectation that you tip more when there are fewer people to ensure it was worth the tour guides time. Sometimes, if they're nearly empty, they will cancel them, but given she didn't, I felt obliged to tip more than I normally would have. To make things worse, I didn't realise they were themed, and I signed up for the street art tour. Although it was interesting, I was looking for a historical tour. Luckily, she still gave bar and restaurant recommendations that helped throughout my time in Barcelona, but I would really like to know more about the history of a town. Either way, it was really interesting to see how the city was allowing for competitions between street artists to occur before eventually sanctioning specific artworks in certain popular spots around the city. This leads to a series of competitions that allow for different arists and artworks to be represented every few weeks. Not only this, but even the unofficial art locations require some etiquette to be followed. Generally speaking, the artists wait a few weeks before spray painting over old artwork. This leads to thousands of layers of spray pain that has created nearly an inch of elevates surface level from the actual wall (see photos). She then showed us around El Raval, the most dangerous part of town, but told some interesting stories about different pieces of artwork, similar to an open-air museum. There is the cat of El Raval, that was a temporary piece of artwork that became part of the communities image, and so when they tried to remove it, citizens protested and slept in front of it for weeks until the government agreed to leave it. She then finished with a story of a young man, who was a gay rights and human rights activist for the city back in the 90s, but was killed by police after a minor altercation. This led to the city creating murals, artwork, and a garden in memory. It also led to distrust of police that is heavily present to the current day.

    The tour finished back at the hostel, and I relaxed for a little before walking back to explore the Gothic quarter. I came across a small market out the front of a cathedral, but continuing walking, I found the Mercado de La Boqueria. This is the main market of Barcelona, and it is also massive. It sold so much cool stuff that I couldn't believe it. Fruits, juices, seafood, meat, cheeses, alcohol, pastries, deserts, coffee, everything. It was awesome. With the crowds, it took quite a while to get through it all. I was spoilt for choice and wasn't sure what to get for food. In the end, I paid 3.5 euro and got a crispy wrap thing that was amazing, I wish I got a photo. It was similar to an aranchini ball. I then wandered around and discovered the amazing number of op shops that are present in Barcelona with heaps of cool shirts. I could have spent hundreds of euros, but my budget and bag would not allow for that. This was the end of my day as I then headed back to the hostel and had some beers with random people from the hostel. I met some Australians who were going to a rave and figured I'd join. But by the time I went to buy a ticket, it was sold out, and the rest of the hostel had left for the pub crawl. As such, I figured I would just head to bed and try again tomorrow night. It was still a very fun night of drinking at the hostel and getting to meet people. In hindsight, I should have joined the crawl. It was much cheaper, and I would have seen more of Barcelona. But there is always tomorrow night.
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  • Day 14

    Support Local Economys

    September 2, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 25 °C

    After a relatively big night and a rough hangover this morning, I wasn't particularly functional. Other than a small walk through the cities around my hostel, I essentially parked up at the bar and watched the football games that were on, as well as the Formula 1 qualifying. It wasn't until the afternoon in which my hangover had passed, and I had run into some people from the night previous that I found the courage to start drinking again. During our road trip through Albania, Erin, Lewis, and I had joked that we were only drinking because it was so cheap and that it is important that we do our share to support the local economies. Habib told me about Dow Jones Bar, which seemed to turn this into a reality. It is a bar that has a live system for tracking drinks, and those that are popular will rise in price, and those that aren't being bought regularly will drop - simulating the stock market. This makes drinking interesting and forces you to try different drinks. As such, i bought the Long Island ice tea while it was afternoon, and no one was drinking them, thus making them cheal. It was a lot of fun, and after a few drinks here, we headed back to the hostel to partake in the welcome drinks. We once again met people from the night before, as well as some new faces and drank at the hostel for a couple hours. Eventually, we headed to a few clubs before going to one of the major clubs in Barcelona. Unfortunately, I was wearing a football jersey and so wasn't let in. I wasn't too upset as it was quite expensive and already very late. In an attempt to save some money I figured I would ride a bike home, but after walking 15mins to find a bike, only for the thing not to work, I figured I may as well walk the remaining 30mins home. I was quite drunk, and it was about 4am, and so I am unsure how safe / unsafe this was, but i made it home for bed.Read more

  • Day 15

    Sports and Recovery

    September 3, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    As my hangovers accumulated and I woke up feeling quite average, I had accepted the fact that my day would be spent sitting and recovering. As such, I watched a football game before heading outside to watch the F1. I didn't get reception inside, and the wifi didn't allow my streaming site to work. But there were no complaints. It was the closest I had been to leaving the hostel all day. Not to mention, I got chatting to a girl from Ukraine, quickly fell in love, and then never saw her again 😅. The Arsenal vs. United game was at 5:30, and after watching United get embarrassed by Arsenal, my day was done. I went to find a nice pasta restaurant but ended up at the wrong place and eating the worst pizza of my life. After this disappointment, it was definitely time to head to bed and catch up on some sleep. There were no photos from a very boring day.Read more

  • Day 16

    JP Hunt

    September 4, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

    The main focus of today, given my vanishing funds, was to get some legal documents signed and witnessed by a justice of the peace. As such, I slept in, had my free breakfast at the hostel and began my walk to the Australian consulate. Only to find out that there is no such thing as a Justice of the Peace in Spain and so the next best thing would be to go to a notary. I then walked across the road to the notary, found my way to the right floor, explained my situation, and sat waiting for them to call me over. I got chatting to another guy from Australia, the Gold Coast specifically, and he was saying that getting shit signed in Barcelona can be a fuck around for foreigners - something I would learn throughout the day. We chatted for a while before eventually I was called to the desk to sign the document in front of four people. They then took the form and disappeared for another 20minutes. After about an hour total, I got my documents back and headed back to the hostel. I called my parents and outlined some concerns I had with the documents. It turns out I need my evidence of my identification being witnessed by the notary as well. Not sure why, but I then had to walk another 25 minutes back to the notary, explain the situation again, wait another 20 minutes, give them my documents, wait another 20 minutes to get them back, and then pay for the experience. In total, it was about 45 euros and 4.5 hours of my day. Luckily, I didn't have much planned. By the time I returned to my hostel after this ordeal it was nearly 4pm, and I still had to scan the documents on my phone and send the email. This means my day was completely occupied by the administrative side of travelling. As a result I had a lot to pack into my day tomorrow, but it would be my last day in Barcelona and so I was keen to do something after a whole lot of nothing the past 2 days.

    NOTE: Given how much happened in the next log, I have included photos from the 5th of September to ensure I can include photos of everything. La sagrada Familia and Park Guell will be in tomorrow log and other things (Camp Nou, Casa Mila, Casa Batllo, etc.) Will be included in this log despite not actually occurring on this day.
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  • Day 17

    Gaudi Day

    September 5, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Although i was due to make tracks towards Valencia, there were still a few things I wanted to knock off before I left. And since I had a later bus booked, I figured I would have the time. I started by heading to the Camp Nou, Barcelona FCs home stadium and the largest in Europe.

    Unfortunately, as soon as I arrived at the stadium, disappointment hit. Without me knowing, the stadium was undergoing massive renovations, and so there was no access to the actual football pitch. As such, I arrived and participated in a virtual tour of Barcelona's history and trophies. It was cool but I wouldn't have paid more than 10 euros for it instead of 26 euros. In total, it took me about 40 minutes to get through, but seeing all the champions league trophies and Ballon d'or trophies that Messi had achieved at the club was really cool. But the rest of the time, they were basically trying to fill in time to make people feel like they weren't ripped off. I did see on the ticket that you got a view of the stadium, but this was even worse than the tour. You're probably only a few stories up, looking up at the former entry of the stadium that is basically rubble, and you're looking through a safety mesh that means you can barely see anything at all. It wasn't even worth the photo. After that, they tried to get you to spend more money in the store, but I was far too disappointed to give them any more of my money.

    Given that this only took about an hour of my time, I had more time in my day than expected. As such, I thought I would go do my own Gaudi tour of Barcelona. Gaudi was a famous architect who had a lot of influence over Barcelona. His designs and projects are present all over the city and stand out as cultural icons. The first stop in the trip was Guell Park. Guell was the name of his associate who worked on the project with him. The park was designed to be a whole residential area, but in the end, the park only housed Gaudi, Guell, and another rich investor for the project. I think budget constraints and the war are the main reasons that the project was never fully completed. Gaudi also ended up spending most of his time designing La Sagrada Familia toward the end of his career. The park itself was atop a hill, which made the views amazing, but getting to the location was quite hard. The walkways and design concept he had developed were incredibly unique (much like the rest of his work), it was as though it was designed to seem like natural monuments while being laid out in an organised and structured manner. The columns holding up the walkways seemed like an ancient collection of rocks stacked together, with a similar design continuing above the walkway. Small spires extrude from the walkway with little plants on top of them. It is as though he designed each aspect to blend into nature while still being able to catch the eye as an impressive engineering feat. As you get to the main Plaza, more colours and standout shapes come into the fold, with mosaics of beautiful colours lining each seat and gathering area. Moving away from the natural feel to a more developed area. This was a nice way to end the tour of the park as it brought a different level of design to the park, which made it feel even more impressive. The buildings are colourful and interesting, and it was a nice change to the Gothic styles you see throughout a lot of Barcelona and Spain.

    The next location was the world famous Sagrada Familia. This translates to the Holy family and essentially is built to represent the virgin Mary, Jesus Christ, and Joseph. The monument has endless symbolism to this family, the Saints, the cross, and Christianity in general. For starters, much like other churches from this time, it is designed in the shape of a cross, with three facades (or entry ways), at the bottom and both sides. The Northern section of the church (or the top of the cross) has no entryway and places the alter and the symbol of jesus christ on the cross. This is where church ceremonies would be conducted. On the eastern side, there is the nativity facade and represents hope, faith, and charity. Each facade tells a story, and within this facade, it represents the life of christ from a baby, to a boy, to a man. The detail and intricacies they fill into a simple doorway are stunning. They fill 7 or 8 stories of the bible into each archway, with symbols and statues. There are no empty spaces, and all spaces are filled with meaningful stories from the bible. This is also the only facade in which Gaudi at least saw partially completed. Although construction started in 1882, even then, everyone was aware that they would never see the completed church. As such, Gaudi designed this facade to become a template for other architects when his time came. But even still, he did not live to see the completion of a single entryway for a building in which he spent his whole life designing, knowing it would likely take hundreds of years to complete. The building first began construction in 1882, with this facade starting in 1893. Gaudis' death in 1926 meant he was still a decade short of seeing the completion of a single facade. Given that he was picked for this project when he was 31, a stat like this is remarkable. It was clear at the very beginning that this was a work to take many generations, and those who were initial investors would never come close to seeing the final product. Gaudi was sure to create models and drawings of his design for Sagrada Familia, but the Spanish civil in the late 1930s meant the church was ransacked, and thus, this was lost to time. Although some details could be preserved, the vast majority was lost. This meant the next architects to take over the project relied heavily on only a small fraction of the pieces of the puzzle and one facade to complete their sections. They would use this to imprint their own style into the building while ensuring the Gaudis life work would always be the dominant influence. The naturalistic style that Gaudi adopted at Guell Park is very present here. He incorporates trees, bushes, and animals all through the facade that, in the end, make it appear as though you are walking into a cave. A Japanese designer matched this style by incorporating a door with leaves and insects present throughout. The detail that is elicited on this facade provides a stark contrast to that of the other facade placed on the Western entrance. The passion facade.

    The plans Gaudi had for the passion facade would be as if it were hard and bare, as if made of bones, when compared to the nativity facade. Designed by Josep Maria Subirachs, this facade is much more simple and austere, with statues constructed with straight lines and sharp edges. It is very opposite to the other facade. Similarly, this facade represents the death of christ where the other represents his life. Construction began here in 1954 and was completed in 1986. The facade is supported by six large and inclined columns, designed to resemble strained muscles, atop which 18 lighter coloured columns appear. These are to represent the ribs of christ. The two of these work to complete the designs drawn by Gaudi and provoke dramatic effect in the observer. The facade itself is split into 3 portico. The first is a representation of the last supper and multiple stories within (i.e., kiss of judas, and the soldiers gambling for Jesus' robes). The second represents the cavalry of Jesus and the three Mary's. The final is the resurrection of Christ. It's amazing that the design does exactly as intended. Going from one side of the church to the other, you can see the stark difference in detail and emotion that is elicited. The nativity facade overwhelms you with amazement and wonder, whereas the passion facade is daunting and intimidating.

    The glory facade began construction in 2002 and is yet to be completed. But, it is expected to be the most striking and impressive of all the facades. Perhaps because this will be the main entryway, from the bottom of the cross, facing the statue of jesus christ on the cross as you enter. It is to be dedicated to the Celestial Glory of Jesus. It represents the road to God: Death, Final Judgment, and Glory, while hell is left for those who deviate from God's will. we were not given as much information regarding this facade, likely because it is not finished. Some googling tells me it will have 7 doors representing: baptism, confirmation, eucharist, penance, holy orders, marriage, and anointing of the sick. Although we could not see the main door, there were photos in La Sagrada, and it contains the lords' prayer in an array of different languages.

    Despite all the beauty and work that went into the outside, the inside was far and away the most breathtaking and striking section of the whole church, and easily the most stunning thing I have seen so far on my trip. Entering from the nativity facade where there were endless detail and monuments representing the story of christ, I expected the inside to reflect this. In every Basilica in Europe, including St Peter's Basilica, every inch of wall and floor is covered by art, sculptures, or symbols that tell the story of christ. Given that this matched the facade in which I entered, I expected much the same. Instead, it was bare, futuristic, and escaped the Gothic / modern Gothic styles of Gaudi and instead leaned toward his more naturalistic styles. In fact, I don't think there was a single art piece in the whole location. The only sculptures that were present, was jesus on the cross above the alter on the Northern side, Joseph above the nativity facade, the virgin Mary above the passion facade, and Saint George, the patron Saint of Catalonia above the Glory facade to the South.

    A part from this, they used the natural light and stained glass windows to accentuate the feeling of being in a forest. One side utilised green and red colours, while the other represents blue and red. Together, in combination with the columns that line the church, it truly felt like you were in a forest from the future. The sharp lines and white surfaces make it feel like you're in a spaceship, but the columns that expand and break apart to mimic the branches of trees (plus the beautiful colours from the windows), makes it feel like you're deep in a forest. They have even incorporated different thickness, colours, textures, and styles of each column to represent different tree species, only adding to the forest effect. The 2 final spires, protruding from the middle of the church, is expected to be over 170m tall and as such, the thickest columns are placed exactly here, to support the monumental weight of the final roof. It is expected to be the final part of construction, and an enourmas cross will be an icon for the whole city to observe. This height was no coincidence, as Gaudi wanted the building to be as large as possible but never exceed the height of the nearby mountain Montjuic. He is quoted as having said, "The work of man should never surpass that of god." This spire will partner the other 17 representing, in ascending order of height, the twelve apostles, the virgin mary, the four Evangelists and, tallest of all, Jesus Christ. As a result, each spire is topped with a monument to reflect the Christian symbol it denotes. The bull for Saint Luke, the eagle for Saint John, so on so forth. Heading underground, you can access the crypt, the first section of the church to be completed. This is where the actual church ceremonies are held, and the body of Gaudi is kept. I would have loved to see this, but i dont think it was supposed to be for tourists, and just for those wanting to pray. After this, the final part of the church takes you to the museum, in which you can see the models and drawings in which Gaudi had used to guide future architects in constructing La Sagrada Familia. It was cool to see the historical photos of the site and really put into perspective the monumental project that is being undertaken. Not only this, but we are luckily enough to potentially see the church completed. Huge tourist pressure and investment have meant that the government can put more money into the completion of the church and thus bring forward the completion date. 2026 is now the year in which we may be able to walk through the whole church. Words and pictures simply can not begin to portray the grandure and beauty that this structure holds, and as such, I will definitely be adding the finished La Sagrada Familia to my bucket list.

    After the audio tour was complete and my mind was blown, I had to make my way back to the hostel, gather my belongings, and head to the train station. But, I hadn't yet had my Gaudi fix somehow, and so on the way home, I stopped by two more iconic buildings of Gaudi. These are far less significant, and I just took a few quick photos on my way through. Given how many other things I did today, I doubt I will be able to include them in the 20 photos, but we will see. I included the photos for Camp Nou, Casa Mila, and Casa Batllo in yesterdays log to ensure i could post just a decent fraction of the photos taken. These were quite cool, balconies with the faces of cats, wavy buildings, colourful murals, and more strange but fascinating design ideas. They were truly unique.

    After this, though, my walking was finally done for the day, and I could collect my bags and head to the bus station. One issue was that I had walked many kilometres but had no accommodation to shower before getting on my bus. I felt for the person next to me, but there was no around it. I sat on the bus for about 4 hours on my way to Valencia. A short walk to the hostel and a very thorough shower later, I headed to bed to finally call an end to a very busy day.
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  • Day 18

    Valencia

    September 6, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    After a big day yesterday, I was surprisingly full of energy and keen to see what Valencia had to offer. I started by walking around the town, looking at some very old buildings before I realised it would be far more beneficial to participate in a free walking tour to get some context of what I am looking at. So this is exactly what I did. Although this was cool and informative, he had a very thick accent and spoke very quickly, making it sometimes difficult to understand. But it was really cool to get some history of the city. He showed us the different castle limits under Greek, Roman, and Ottoman rule. Similar to Nice, you could once again see the influence that each occupation had on the town and its architecture. Perhaps the most interesting thing he explained during the tour relates to the "river" that passes through the town. I had noticed last night that what I identified as a river on google maps, was in fact, an incredibly long park stretching from the West to the Ocean in the East. I remember looking over the bridge, expecting to see water and instead saw a football pitch, a child's playground, and even a rugby ground. I was very confused until the tour guide explained that although it was a river until the 50s, a huge flood had come through the town and destroyed much of the town. It is uniquely flat, and so once it broke the river wall, most of the city was engulfed. To mitigate this, a diversionary river was built to bypass the town and send the water to the ocean via a man-made river, now to the south of the town. Quite an impressive engineering achievement. All this, and you'd be surprised to know it only rains 32 days per year. More interestingly still, the original plans were to turn the old river bed into a highway connecting the city to Madrid. But due to some legal confusion that I did not understand, the river was owned by a single individual and although the government took away his holdings, he and the town rejected the idea and protested to keep it green. The result is a town built for bikes and scooters as opposed to cars. Hundred of people use the park each day for recreation, and the city has less dependence on vehicles. The benefit of this is that you can get anywhere in the city quite easily as the park is a highway for bikes and you are always close to it. Tomorrow, I planned to cycle the whole 20km to the beach and back. But today, after the tour, I walked a brief section, and the most stunning part was how green and colourful it was. It was mind-blowing. I've never seen such a well maintained park in my life, and it was 10km long. I stopped at one last church on my way home, and I was done for the day. I headed home and prepared for the long bike ride tomorrow.Read more

  • Day 19

    City Cycle

    September 7, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    After a sleep in and a call to the family regarding the sale of my car, it was time to celebrate the good news. She had FINALLY sold. As such, I headed to find some Paella. Valencia is the alleged birthplace of the dish, and so I had to hunt down somewhere authentic. I had been given a list of places during my walking tour that is supposed to be the best, but most of these places were expensive or required two people for the dish. This is a similar problem with the tappas that I really want to try. It's difficult to get a good share when you're on your own. But I found a restaurant where there were a bunch of people wearing headsets and speaking English. This likely meant that a walking tour sent their group to this restaurant for paella, meaning it must be pretty decent. Even better, they sold individual dishes. Although slightly expensive, it was my best option, and it was amazing. It's the only time I've eaten it, but it was great, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I got the standard, original dish that comes with chicken, rabbit, beans, and rice. Didn't mind spending the 15 euros for how good it was and how substantial of a feed it turned out to be. This was enough fuel to get me through my long bike ride. Although the beach was to the East, I began by going West to try and find the connection from the old river to the new river. This was underwhelming as I rode as far as I could right to the spot it was supposed to deviate, but there was nothing but a highway, I think i would have had to find an alternate route over or under the highway, but I decided it probably wasn't worth it and headed back along the old river ride. Having ridden from East to West, I was shocked at how nice it was. I mentioned yesterday that there were playgrounds, football pitches, and rugby pitches, but that barely scraped the surface. There was running tracks, athletic fields, a small zoo, fountains, skate parks, many other sports fields, musical theatres, gardens, art gallery's, museums, restaurants, cafes, and even aquariums. I mean, given its 10km long, you can expect there to be a lot, but I was stunned. To the East, near the beach is where the main attractions of the city are placed. These are: Queen Sofia Palace of Arts (arts museum), Hemisfèric (movie theatre), Museu de les Ciències Príncipe Felipe (museum), CaixaForum València - Àgora (cultural centre), and the L'Oceanogràfic (aquarium). Construction of these finished in 2200 because they all looked like they were from the future. The shapes reminded me of space ships. They were completely white or completely glass, they were surrounded by a huge water Fountain, and they contained bridges that appeared to float. It was so cool to see. And you could ride your bike all the way through. I decided not to stop at any of the monuments because I had to get to the beach, and wasn't that fussed on spending more money. I also figured it would take quite a while, and I was running out of time in the day.

    Eventually, I made it to the end and accessed the beach. The beaches were slightly disappointing, the bike ride along the esplanade was nice, but the beaches themselves were average. Lots of sand. It was a solid hike to get to the water, and then the water wasn't that clear, like it has been in Europe so far. Given that there are no waves, I normally hope for some clear water, but I got neither today. Shit happens. I stuck around for a while but was still stressed about leaving my belongings on the beach, so it was a short swim, a nice lay on the beach, and a long bike ride home. Although I followed the same way home, I enjoyed it just as much as the way there. But right at the end, the joints between my femur and my hips began to hurt, so I'm glad it wasn't even a km longer than it was. I was done. After all this exercise, I was hungry for a big feed. I've discovered that the best way to ensure you get a meal that will DEFINITELY fill you is to get a pizza. Even if it's shit, it will always fill you, and you always get the same size. Buying other dishes, you aren't sure how much you will get. I followed a recommendation and headed to an Italian place for a pizza. To my surprise, it was one of the best pizzas I had eaten in a very long time. Most likely months - since my first stint in Italy. After this, I headed to a bar to try some agua de valencia, which translates to the water of Valencia. Water is one way to put it, given this alcoholic concoction is essentially a time machine that will teleport you to a hospital in -1 seconds. It is essentially an alcoholics mimosa. Champagne and orange juice, but the valencians figured, why stop there? And decided to add vodka and gin to this drink and make it jetfuel. Finally, they make it so you can only buy it in share glasses, so I was forced to drink 2 people's worth (4 cups) and get home asap before I blacked out in some random street. But in the end, I made it, slightly drunk and very full. It's the perfect combination to have a great sleep.
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  • Day 20

    NRL Finals and Travel

    September 8, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Today, I was leaving Valencia and having a quick pit stop in Alicante. I'm only spending the night, and in hindsight, it is probably not worth staying anywhere for a single night - especially when the travel days are long. I saw a bit of the town, but nowhere near enough to properly immerse myself in the atmosphere. To make things worse the options for bus trip was 12:45, 1:30 and 2:30. With 6 to 7 hours of travel time, I would certainly arrive late to Alicante. I booked the earliest one I could and sat down at a cafe on my way to the station to watch the first game of the NRL finals for the Broncos. It was a huge game against Storm that would assure us a spot in the preliminary finals. It was a great game, and to everyone surprise, the Broncos pumped the Melbourne Storm and set themselves up perfectly for a solid finals run. After this and my coffee, I headed to the bus stop to begin my journey. I waited around briefly until about 12:30 when I realised that the bus I had booked was scheduled to leave at 12:45 a.m., not pm. To make matters worse, I couldn't get a refund given the bus had already left, and being one of the longest bus trips of the journey, it was also the most expensive. Worse still, the 1:30pm bus was booked out, and so I could only get on the 2:30 pm bus. So what turned into a 35 euro bus trip that would get me to Alicante by about 6 was a 70 euro bus trip that got me to Alicante by about 8:30. Given that I was only staying one night, it heavily impacted what I would be able to see. I always could have extended my stay, but I was short on time to make it to my flight in Porto on the 22nd while still wanting to see Granada, Malaga, Seville, Lagos, and Lisbon. And, to be honest, after I arrived, I wasn't wholly impressed by the little town. I think it is mostly a beach town but I wouldn't have time to see it anyway. So I took the loss, wandered around the town, had a bite to eat, and watched the rugby world cup. It was the first game of the tournament, and it promised to be a good one, as the hosts (France) took on one of the best international teams, New Zealand. NZ have a tendency to fuck it when it comes to the world cup, however, and after this game it seems like they are right on track to do the same again. France battered them, and didn't even let them get a try. I was watching it in a sports pub with a French bloke beside me who was obviously very excited all game. Was cool to watch it with at least a bit of an atmosphere. Anyway, that was the end of a quite boring day, with another one due to occur tomorrow.Read more