SPAIN - San Sebastian and Pamplona (running of the bulls)

Smacking down our lives in a bag, ere we were .... lets get throttled San Sebastian! As soon as my eyes laid eyes on this town I knew I was in for a good time. These iconic calming beaches, spanish mountainside and beautiful infrastructure. Puting on our good shirts, meeting a bunch of the other people staying in our hostel hailing from all over europe and heading out for a flogin!

The tapas we were introduced to 'lamiguelles' I believe will haunt the dreams I have about food for all time. Mussels smothered in arrangement of traditonal sauces, calamari cooked to perfection, these weird spicy potatoes that the I ABSOLUTELY STEAMED and of course what the undenying factor that kept aleing me 3 euro beers HHHHLLL

I think Matty would take the cake for the most rippers in San Sebastian, so you can just throw him some chat about how the rest of that week unfolded.

Doing some sightseeing the following day, climbing up to the big jesus state, it went alright. Yatter yatter... Heres some pictures.

PAMPS

BOOOM, the ell malino boom gate lifts, the picnic drives in foul and the widest of smirks are visible on the faces of matty, dave and myself. We have heard about the hype of this place but surely this isn't real. Out of control pool parties, a sprawling lake to paddle around in and one of the wildest camping set ups I for one have ever witnessed. We park the picnic under basically the only tree that is left in the campsite *wipes brow* and set up shop. We are here!

Whilst setting up camp, i catch a fimilar van ... the nomad pulls into camp with its weathered but very cherry and festive crew already in their san fermin attire! van tour was already funneling the day away so we got down to business with a few welcoming funnels. This night a party was had, some awesome friendships were formed and rippers.

OPENING CEREMONY! VIVA SAN FERMIN

Waking up at a sparrows fart with the sounds of festival organises smacking pots and pans and yelling at other campers to get the F**k up its go time. Rolling outta the picnic a haggard shivering mess we piece ourselves together suit up and head to town. I'm not really sure what i was expecting from the spanish for the start of this event but by the end of the day my socks were not only blown off but my shoes were ripping at the seams. This was one of the wildest days of my life; sangria batheing/skulling and jiggin' with the entire comunity of pamplona.

TUSSLIN WITH BULLS

After missing the first day of running (these dickheads lined up in the wrong place) we had to settle for the second day, gathering the mass of friends we had conjured over the past 2 days of partying we head into town. Standing with thousands of other participants bumper to bumper for over an hour to run in this prestigous event.

The first cannon goes the nerves shoot through the body, warning single has been fired. Second cannon goes the run has begun and everybody scatters, every man for himself .... ITS ON! We hold back and wait for that rumbling feeling of crowded city streets and an influx of manic people violently shitting themselves comes charging at us. Clutching at a wall and watching dead men's corner, watching one spaniard get taken by a bull that has slipped over and repeatedly throdden on whilst trying to get up. Davey getting ripped to the ground by another runner trying to return to his feet almost in a sense of feeling helpless struggled to his feet and continue on. Watching joey mccormack in an absolute state of panic whilst holding mounds of people back which i could only explain to you in person. Watching 7-8 600-650kg pulls stampede past you and decide to run along in between them suddenly pulling to a hault to catch your breath. Whist standing waiting for the second pack to catch up police are sheperding the steer bull back through a gate which you are currently standing at and having it charge straight for you then b-line back up the opposite direction chasing fellow runners making it into the stadium still alive in one piece. These are some of the emotions/events that i witnessed on this day and will engraved into my memory for a lifetime.


Upon returning to camp we had a well earned pint, packed up camp and had to make a swift depature so that we would make it to croatia in time for ultra.

Woofff innit bruv!

So apparently there is an other side of the world

 Arriving in the port of le harve with time on our hands for our check in for san sebastian we decided to mosey our way down the french coastline. First stop on our list was Omaha Beach

The boys and myself feeling a bit peckish and running low on the euros, we venture to a little town called grandcamp laision to find an atm and seafood. Our tastebuds are tantilized and a view which we were not expecting was out of control.

on the road for a couple more hours We decided to pull up shop in bordeaux for the night, have some beers and check out the sites.

With a good night a kippin' and talking to some trash to some of the french we kept our journey on the move for a stop to mimizan, a coastal family hotspot along the french coastline. Luckily enough for us there was a local european handball comp underway so we got into some beers, shared some smirks and enjoyed the view.

our stop over joint for the night was anglet, a local surfing town just ouside biarritz. not really knowing what to expect of this town we were greeted with spectuclar views and some brews watching the sunset over the water which was a new experience for us all.

TO SAN SEB YOU DOGS|!

London Town - IT BEGINS!

Today is the big day that we take mast, setting sail for france on our european adventure. Saying goodbye to new made friends, hopping into our hand picked weapon of choice, the toyota picnic and gripping the wheel with the strength of a thousand men we surge all the way to portsmouth. We are boarding a ferry for an overnight trip to Le harve along the french coast.

the weapon

Ye ole' London town has shown the crew a week none of us will ever forget. Hiring barclay bikes fully throttled in peak hour traffic viewing the sites (insert pictures), strolled through camden town and caught up with brisbanes most infamous - Mr sutton. Being screamed at until we submitted to camden markets famous 'bang bang chicken' ventured out to brick lane for a catch up with shanna and dan and got the mothers of all heavy which followed a ride home from east to west london which was a rookie error at best. The masses where gathered for some brekky beers at the walkie in shepberds bush to witness a NSW thrashening which I for one was well pleased. Scraping our dignity up off the floor the following morning we head into the land of le faggots, baguettes and berets. Flog on!

Breaking all the rules basically

Good catch up with these two

Having some post origin victory beers with some on the roof

Went to have a lean on a bench to nurse my beers and i randomly bump into this  jive turkey. blaze'n about the joint .

3am flogged riding through london

Its ferry time 

Cruising on in to Le Harve

All Smogged Out

Welcome back into my life fellow floggers,

basically, I been to busy getting flogged to update this, you know the drill. Its been a substantially busy week since we left good ole' brisrael. We have conquered our stopover destinations of KL, which can only be implanted into my memory as 'go on get your smog on' or more commonly known as 'smog city'. A few noticable mentions that happened throughout our time in KL are.

- Matty ate his first ever bowl of fish soup for breakie
- Got squirted in the butt by both male and female settings of a baday  ( What a pleasurable experience )
-  Got hassled on the streets of KL by a man on with no shoes on offering us money.
- Questioned about religion and asked why we didn't already have more then one wife.

The middle east was ravaged next by the no do gooders i am travelling with and myself. where do i start with this place, its basically the Meccah of wankers making them dirham dirhams yalllll.. In that being said, I was constantly scraping my jawline up off the sandy desert floor at the utter beauty of the city and its infrastructure. Here are some things i saw with my own two eyes.

Next stop ole' london town. This is corporal cunt signing out Chuuuuuuuuuuuurk