Hungover, spanish room mates and salvador dali

Well friday was the first lie in i had, it was mainly due to the shots and booze we drank on the pub crawl the night before. We both laid in our bunk beds til 12ish. Turns out that copey had a kebab on the way home, i didnt remember that and also our room mate ste from guensey had spent €100 on a lap dance in le love that night too. Our two other room mates where two australian girls, they had just been round india and we were all chatting it turned out, that one of the girls couldnt work the shower so in her words had a horizontal shower? We said isnt that a bath?? Turns out that they lost their towel 6 months ago but couldnt be arsed buying a new one. Her friend routed through her friends bag and found a football, she was totally amused by the fact her friend had been carrying this ball about for ages and she didnt know about it.

We slowly got out of bed and wandered to the salvador dali museum, this guy is mental his pictures and sculptures were very weird. I was feeling quite rough so rushed though it and sat in the sun outside while copey inspected the art work in fine detail. We wandered quite a bit that day too hungover to do anything else and lacking motivation to do anything. We went back to the hostel and the phone rang, copey answered it to a spanish person who could not speak any english he was like me no understando, you speakee de english? He just hung up. Turns out we had a bunch of spanish students staying with us. They tried to communicate to us but we were completly useless they gave up and just disappear out.

We ate tea at the local restuarant the food was cheap but the only thing warm was the chips, i have slept with warmer women before!

We both hit the sack at 9:30ish when an american bloke came into the dorm, we chatted for a bit turns out he had done the vaguest degree going something about communications in todays media. He was struggling to get a job so he was travelling europe for a bit. We had a train to catch early so fell asleep.