Valencia Spain
We arrived in Valencia for Las fallas 2006, thanks to a tip off from
Trish and Bruno (Nicky's aunt and uncle)
Pepe just described it as "crazy, oh it's so crazy" we weren't too
sure what to expect, we ended up in an explosion of noise colour beer
and most importantly explosions. Just picture cramming a few extra
million people into a Spanish city, fill every available space with
flags, lights and statues carved from polystyrene and paper mache.
From morning till well into the night the streets were filled with
parades of marching bands and families in traditional dress filled the
streets.
We had a fairly boring day one, on the bus to the airport Julia
realised she had left her wallet at home, it was the first of many
losses through out the week. We met up with Dave at Gatwick, he had
spent the last few days in London. Being the "value conscious
consumers" that we are, in a clearing of the airport we enjoyed a
picnic style packed lunch. It was the first time I had flown with-in
the EU on my British passport, it was weird, no hassles at all. Its
weird being so used to filling out arrival cards lining up to get
passports stamped and all that hoopla. A quick glance at the photo and
off to baggage collection. We had booked accommodation online a few
months back with the nest hostel, the only place with room left. We
took a little while to find the place, but that's to be expected when
you don't bring the address of the hostel. Our dubious thoughts of a
rat infested shit hole were quickly put to rest by warm welcoming
staff and a huge clean colourful and comfy hostel. We dumped out bags
and went for a wander, shortly followed by beer and tappas.
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