Trippin' to Sunnier Places

First up I must apologise for the lack of photos in the next sequence, due to an incident in Largos all photos were lost. I shall embelish on this later. Anyway on the wee little hours of the morn on the 16th of October we decided to embark on our first trekk. Cello as usual was 10 minutes late and was carrying the smallest torn backpack with about 100 things hanging off it, including the roll up mattress which he wanted to dump but then, me being the unable to throw anything away kinda person that I am decided to carry it for the entire trip. Unfortunately Galway's airport is so tiny that not much leaves from here, so we had to board a bus to Shannon, a town existing purely for the airport. And yes as usual, it was raining cat & dogs, so much so I was concerned that our budget ryan air flight might not be able to safely take off. Carcassone, in the south of France was our destination. Our land was somewhat funny, because the runway was too short our plane actaully had the brakes on before landing.... probably the most wobbly landing ever. Finally we saw some sun, glorious sun! We were greeted by someone doing a wheelie in a scooter across traffic, trekked through this fantastic medieval city and ended up staying in a Hostel that was located in a castle that had a moat. Ate some crepes ( Say : I Love crepes!!!!) We met a guy called Habi who just got a job and the engineer for a wind farm! He had no one to celebrate with so we took him out for a drink. Had the most awesome dinner in a stable, drank nice wine and ate duck a l'orange, had a great photo, but anyway...

So we boarded a train, and as, I was destined to find, now that transport is now cheap and widely available to pretty much anybody, there is always always a psycho onboard. And this time it was a middle aged lady, who on the odd day like to board a random train to a random destination whilst spreading her beloved putrid chest infection and singing nonsense to herself. On the trip we saw the amazing Lourdes where a 14y.o peasant girl had 18 visions of the virgin mary (secondary to them mushroom she just ate) and hence this town of 15,000 gets 5 million visitors of the Sanctuaires Notre Dame de Lourdes. It is a most amazing site. We also found an extraordinary amount of hot girls getting off at Bayonne (mental note to go there next time). Changing trains is always an interesting experience, especially when the transit time was 5 minutes and we had no idea of the platform and Rodriguez behind the counter took us our tickets, gave us a refund and pointed in a general western direction. I thought FUCK, we're stuck here tonight. We had NO idea what he was saying, boarded a random train which closed just as we hopped on, I don't know how we did it, but it was the right one, and instantly everyone on board was speaking spanish.... i'm sorry, i'm sorry.... i don't speak spanish.