A new day begins as we wake up in our apartment, the lovely sound of the river running had got boring and was now just constant white noise.
Cheesy had caught Tim using hand cream at last, he'd been secretly applying it when no one was looking for fear of abuse. Now he's out of the closet though he's free to put on his lippy and everything.
On the road we witnessed some eagles fighting or at least we think they're eagles, all birds of prey are called eagles to us.
We stopped for a drink and some guys on BMWs who we'd met earlier rocked up and we started to suspect they were Stalking us.
They told us that the road we were going on was barely possible on sports bikes with gravel and pot holes. So obviously we went down there anyway and just dubbed it death road.
The road was slow going to start with but good for sightseeing but we were going so slow and it was so warm that the bikes were overheating. So we decided to throw caution to the wind and pick up the pace and see what Death Road would rustle up for us.
We came to the end of Death Road with our lives in tact, it wasn't that bad at all. We stopped for some lunch and the two BMWs went past again, then turned around and went past us again. We're definitely being stalked and we were worried that whoever went last on the bikes would be picked off and murdered.
Anyway, we arrived in Jaca, a place none of us can pronounce correctly and walked into town to see the culture.
We started at an old fort where there were a bunch of tourists as the dry moat was full of deer. It closed as soon as we got there though so we only got to see the outside.
Next up was a church and as we got there we noticed that two girls from the fort were there who gave us a strange look as they thought we were stalking them.
Having now seen most of the churches in north Spain we thought we'd get a bite to eat and find somewhere to watch the England game.
As we sat down we noticed that sat on the table next to us were the two girls we were stalking so we just had a beer and moved inside before the police turned up.
We decided to just get a snack and eat after the match and just got some seafood so Mark had bread.
We watched the England game where that buck toothed rat faced racist diving scouser bastard Suarez knocked in two goals to practically put us out of the cup. Shrek scored though so at least that was something.
After the seafood snacks we opted to skip food and get a couple more beers so we found a bar with a giant necked goat thing.
After drowning our sorrows we headed back to the hotel.
The Piss stop challenge was handed back to Cheese with him taking it 4-2 due to having a double stop at one point.
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