The pictures can be better viewed here.
- Staying in the yurt in Wales. It rained every day, and the yurt leaked. Everywhere. Including on us as we slept. Oh, and there were plenty of big slugs – we lined the inside of the yurt with salt to avoid them crawling on us in our sleep. It looked like a weird, demonic summoning circle.
- Breakfast in Newport, UK. Greasey, tasteless, crap food, and expensive for what we got. Ick!
- Our day trip from Edinburgh to Innerleithen. We paid over £20 for the bus, and then realised we’d been sold the wrong ticket, meaning we couldn’t get on and off the bus as we wanted to, even though the correct ticket would have only costs us £0.42 more. There was an icy wind that day, and the temperature was around -15C. We bought an ice-cream anyway (Innerleithen ice-cream is famous), walked a little, froze, and miserably returned home. And the bus conductors weren’t at all helpful or nice. We really ended up paying £30 for ice-creams and a miserable bus ride. Oh, and we’d been saving up our money for the trip out that day, hoping for a nice day out. Oh well.
Hitching from Toulouse to Tabby’s. And hitting our all-time-low: going McDick’s out of desperation. See the “Unfortunate Events” post.
Laura’s allergic reaction. See the “Unfortunate Events” post.
Laura’s root canal surgery and general dental problems (we went the dentist 5 times in 3 months for the same tooth). It sucked. And it’s still hurting. (The pictures is of the snow we had to dig our way out of in order to get to the dentists, up a steep icy slope!)
Zamora. Getting dropped off at 3am, finding a crappy and not-so-cheap hostel, walking for miles the next morning, only to find a bad hitching point and waiting ages. And finally giving up and taking a bus. Hitching in W Spain sucks.
Andy, our English host in Santa Ana La Real, Spain. He was a complete dick. We worked 7hrs/day for two weeks and only got 1 day off. And he still complained that we weren’t working hard enough, even though we consistently did extra work.
The caravan at Carrapateira – cramped, dirty, there was a broken window so it was cold, and we had to sleep separately. Also, the caravan in Santa Ana La Real wasn’t much better.
The tasteless soup at Carrapateira that was recooked and served for 5 consecutive meals (the pics are of the time I 'fell' into the river, and the huge waves by the local cliffs. Nothing to do with soup really, but good pics!).
Laura also managed to eat a slug that was in the salad at Carrapateira (the picture is of another bug there, not the slug).- Hitching in the Barcelona suburbs on my way home to Britain (alone). It was at a motorway-motorway junction, cars were fast, people were snobby, and there was nowhere else to go. It was hot, and I was low on water. I eventually made a sign that said “Socorro”, apparently Spanish for “Help.”
