Take 2... or maybe 3?

Wow we do well. Lets see if we can get another host in trouble (o:

Schetki already had a surfer Jess from America and she lives in a small flat with four other people so not a whole lot of room. But she agreed to take us in after I told her we were considering sleeping in the ATM room (it's where a lot of homeless people sleep in Barcelona and would have been fine!). But she didn't think it so good an idea and so took us home with her. And fed us (amazing chef!) and took us out at night and was all round wonderful!

In return, walking home that night she spotted a cupboard she liked outside a building (it was trash day and we were walking in a nice neighbourhood where they throw nice stuff out) and so Jo decided to offer that we would carry it back to her place for her! Now don't get me wrong, I was very thankful for all she had done and thought it a nice idea but this thing was big! VERY BIG!

And so my arms were hurting like buggery by the time we made it back to her flat...

And during the day we ate enough fruit to give the whole of Whales the runs twice over. 1 euro got you a kilo of strawberrys or a kilo of grapes or cherries or or or... it was sooo cheap! We endup up with a kilo of each and were soon fill to bursting and regretting our greedy gorging. Kind of (o:

Stealth surfing...

Do has a room in a flat rented from a guy who rents the whole appartment and then rents it out for more than he pays and so lives for free. She is not allowed guests in this apartment. or not without A LOT of prior notice. We had given her all of a few hours and so we were not to let the landlord know we were there. So began 3 nights of torturous living.

We had to hide in her room if he was there. Need to use the toilet? Too bad! Need a drink? Too bad! Accidentaly sliced your right nipple off and need a doctor pronto? Too bad! Your aren't going anywhere!

Second night we actually had permission (though it was grudgingly given and required A LOT of persuassion). Only we stayed the next night too and he caught us...

So next morning seeing as we had overstayed a night, the landlord told Dö she had to move. We had got her kicked out of her flat!!! Shite!

But on the bright side, during the days we explored the city, visited Gaudy's buildings and picniked on the beach with some more of Dö's friends. At night we cooked with Dö local spanish styles (Tortillias (egg potato dish) and so on), went to live jam sessions and visited the non touristy places (I'll do them when Sam gets here).

But overhanging this was the knowledge that Do was out. So we freaked all day wondering what to do and knowing little could be done and i could write heaps here but suffice to know that in the end she talked her way back in and we buggered off right royally from stealth surfing there. Instead we stayed with one of Do's friends who also wasn't really allowed to host us either...

Barcelona

We lift Bezier around midday. Our first lift was after maybe 2 minutes with two guys who couldn't speak English but were loving that we were going to Barcelona to chase girls and party. Um? Sure. Next lift took maybe 5 minutes from a toll paying higway place by a guy who had travelled heaps himself and wished he could join us in Barcelona but had a wife to return to and then another lift in about 3 mintues by a furniture guy who took us down to a better spot to get into Barcelona. Here we waited maybe an hour before finding a lift all the way in, offered drugs again and took the guy's number to meet up for a beer later (just realised we never made the appointment! Bugger)

But no offer of a place to stay. Bugger again. So we called up or friend Dö and she agreed to meet us for a drink. We met up and cruised to the beach for a picnic where we were joined by two other girls living in Spain, 3 American girls and a Spanish guy who also hosts. Nice food, the crazys went for a swim and the Dö decided we would stay the night with her. Awesome! Only we had to be sneaky...

Beziers

So with the realisation that trying to hitch a lift on a yaht in Antibes was probably not our most lucritive idea, I suggested to Jo it was time to move on to Spain. Never been so why not? Sam Feisst had also just suggested that when he arrives in Europe, him and me should try out some woofing in this part of the world. I figure why the heck not, I am doing so little else and need some new motivation until something crops us. So my plan now is to head to Spain to suss this woofing thing out for when Sam comes to join. If Jo wants to come, cool, if not, cool.

So our first stop on the way to Spain was a little French town called Beziers. Here we couch surfed a night, after having hitched up and then we hitched off early(ish)the next day so we didn't really see much. Must have arrived around 7pm to meet our host at 11pm and so we sat in and people watched till she got home from drum class. Got offered drugs a few times while we waited (must be the long hair?) and saw a guy get a speeding ticket but that was about it really.

Sleeping at the hosts was sleeping. Ate a little, had a glass of wine, a shower and then slept. Simple.

Leaving Antibes to get here sucked arse too as it rained as if a thousand drops of water were falling on us and cars kept driving too close to the curb, sending up sprays of dirty water like the water you find in the gutters on the side of a heavily trafficked road. We were left standing there in soggy clothing, like clothes left out on a washing line after it has rained, with our hair glistening like nose hair after a good sneeze, shoes squelching like when you step in a baby after a steam roller has driven over it, thumbs stuck out in poor imitations of the signal commonly used by hitch hikers and grins plastered to our faces like the Joker's after being made up by a bad make up artist in Batman knock off film.

But we did get picked up eventually and then again at the next stop fairly quickly as the rain had diminished and so with our raincoats off, we could hide the fact that when we got out of their car we would leave behind two big wet arse marks (o: Then we got another two lifts very quickly after that, one offering us their house for the night and the other taking us to our final destination. And so we arrived in Antibes.

Here we slept as mentioned and then left around midday the next day with not a clue as to where we were going to stay. Perhaps another lift would offer us their place? Or perhaps a girl Dö we had met at the Berlin beach camp would let us stay with her?

Only one way to find out...