Apologies for the late second entry, due to some technology fails the post is somewhere in an alternate Internet in another dimension. So the rewrite is going to miss some details, but we'll wrestle with our memories and see what we have...
Against all odds we survived the night, Mark wasn't sick, Steve didn't fall off the top bunk and Tim didn't gas us all after eating curry, beans and several pints of Guiness. It was a close call though and we feel we've used one of our nine lives already.
At breakfast we had an eight euro allowance each as part of our ferry deal, so we calculated the maximum we could get for that even if it wasn't what we wanted. While scoffing we noticed Bob Carolgees from Spit the Dog fame and Mark managed to get a stealth photo.
It was soon time to depart, Steve met someone in the dock that he knew from Bromsgrove, small world. After a quick fuel stop (how cheap?) we found some fun roads and headed into the hills.
The roads were superb with a real mix of narrow windy roads and some faster flowing ones. Of course we kept to the speed limit the whole time, safety first ;)
After a couple if hours we stopped in a picturesque town for some noms. We found a nice bar which turned out to be slightly racist in that the women had to sit outside whilst the men sat inside playing cards in their cheques shirts.
The waiter had never seen a foreigner before and we had no clue what we wee ordering but it turned out ok in the end.
We hit the road again and once more ounce some cracking roads before reaching our destination of Langreo at about 7pm.
Beers and food called so we hit the town to find some good bars. The first bar we went to was actually a wine bar but served some amazing beer. They also gave us some free eggs to go with our drinks which we found a little odd so we left for pastures new.
The next bar was very odd, it was a cider bar, but if you think cider over here is like a Magners with ice or a can if Strongbow then you'll be massively mistaken.
What you're meant to do is order one bottle between three of you, put your glass in a little stand that looks like R2D2 and then hold the bottle above your head pouring cider into your glass. You only pour about an inch though which you have to down immediately and then throw the slops against the bar. Very strange. Tim got told off for not throwing his drink away an Steve got a yellow card for pouring at shoulder height and not head height.
At the same bar we decided to order some food so with the help of sign language and Google translate we ordered some beef between the three of us. What turned up was a plate of raw ox meat but before we could lookup the Spanish for WTF, the waiter brought us a little gas cooker over and left us to cook our own food.
We decided that this town was very strange and started walking home when we came across Tim's home from home; King Kebab. Unsure of whether we'd have to kill the cow ourselves we didn't indulge and headed back for sleep instead.
What you're meant to do is order one bottle between three of you, put your glass in a little stand that looks like R2D2 and then hold the bottle above your head pouring cider into your glass. You only pour about an inch though which you have to down immediately and then throw the slops against the bar. Very strange. Tim got told off for not throwing his drink away an Steve got a yellow card for pouring at shoulder height and not head height.
At the same bar we decided to order some food so with the help of sign language and Google translate we ordered some beef between the three of us. What turned up was a plate of raw ox meat but before we could lookup the Spanish for WTF, the waiter brought us a little gas cooker over and left us to cook our own food.
We decided that this town was very strange and started walking home when we came across Tim's home from home; King Kebab. Unsure of whether we'd have to kill the cow ourselves we didn't indulge and headed back for sleep instead.
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