Home Sweet Home

Hey all,

Due to myriad reasons, we have made the painstaking decision to come home early, despite which it has cost us an arm and a leg. I suppose due to a lack of thinking, at every fault of our own, and perhaps just being a little naïve about this whole travelling idea.

Adam is such a comfort zone person, that the thought of travelling has thrown his entire existence, which inevitably lead to constant negativity and ‘I wanna go home’ – which eventuated in our return back to Melbourne this September’s Father’s Day.

And, I suppose, out of my own flaws, such as impulsive spending and a retail addiction, and being as stubborn as a bull – ‘I wont let this skin condition stop me from doing anything’ – which, again, inevitably it did.

So to all those who loyally read our blogs and flicked through our copious pictures, we will be seeing you all again soon in the fantastic Melbourne.

We have had such a brilliant experience. We have both learnt so much, about ourselves; about life and just how culture cannot be changed, no matter how idealistic you are; about each other – we certainly know where egg shells and concrete flooring lay; about being an adult, being independent and having only yourself at times to rely on – no one to place the blame, to carry the entire brunt of burden on your own two shoulders, and to realise your limits – if you can’t do it, you can’t do it. I guess in terms of cultures, having a more solid understanding and education of it can make you more impartial to it, which in turn has made us realise how amazing our lives are back home, and that we have to take responsibility for our actions, and to create a life for ourselves – no one else can make it happen but yourself.

We have seen such amazing things, things some people will never get to see in their entire lives, and will never be able to comprehend the appreciation for being able to see these things. We have discovered so much about life – travelling is just so thought provoking that we will be coming home with new found appreciations, interests, respects, and hobbies too!

We have seen some things that have truly impacted our lives, and our thoughts and feelings. You walk past a beggar on the street – a woman, with two toddlers, and breastfeeding a new born. You see stray animals in the streets, and a cat has just given birth to a dozen kittens, all of which will be neglected. We have seen some cultures where there is a complete lack of care and respect for other people – like taking a penny from a person who is only worth a penny, and being satisfied that they are now 1 penny richer. And we complain about our mobile phones not working, or that there is no guest kitchen in the hostel so we have to eat out all the time. Its like our travelling was a complete walking contradiction. The entire experience of our travels we have come to call ‘the plastic cutlery lifestyle’, meaning we eat with plastic cutlery; we live out of a suitcase; we wear the same clothes because washing machine facilities cost 12 euro; we find bliss and pleasure in brushing our teeth; we have dry, brown feet from walking in thongs on dusty roads; we complain of the exhausting heat and insatiable hunger whilst strolling though a German concentration camp; we complain about our budget 4 euro steaks are undercooked; and we get annoyed when the tap water tastes bad, and riddled with disease that we have to spend 20 Dirham for a bottle of water. And all the while, we see people on our travels, which are far less fortunate than us, which we turn a blind eye to – you have to. It kills us, but you have to. There is just so much poverty and heartbreaking conditions of living, that you just cannot stop to help – it is something, I think, all travellers have come to do. But at the end of the day, as contradicting as it all is, it makes us appreciate how amazing our life is at home – and something we should never take as a given or for granted.

But I think most importantly, we have shared the experience together, and we have helped each other. We would always be at opposite ends of the dichotomy – always there to pick the other up, and catch them when they fall. And out of this, we both have obtained a very personal, independent and individual perception of our own lives, and now our futures seem so much clearer. It is nice to see clear goals, dreams and aspirations ahead of us – perhaps this time over, more realistic and plausible than before I had left. And also, that these dreams and goals are actually achievable.

We can’t wait to be home, but sad to be going. But so excited about what both represent for us.

Love u all, and we’ll be seeing you this weekend,

Ashleigh and Adam in Transit.x

"Home Sweet Home"

I flew all the way to London,
And had dinner with the Queen,
But Big Ben just won’t cut it,
It’s not the best place I’ve been.

I then hopped along to Ireland,
And drank Guinness dressed in green,
But as high and wide as their great land goes,
It’s not the prettiest I’ve ever seen.

I then drank Scotch in Scotland,
In my kilt and tartan sweater,
But sorry Ness, you ain’t the best,
I know a place much, much better.

I ate croissants and crepes in Paris,
And climbed the Eiffel Tower,
But I like a place with nicer people,
The French are far too sour!

I mountaineered in Switzerland,
And paid my way in Francs,
But if I was asked to live here,
I’d politely say ‘No Thanks’.

I then sunbaked in Nice,
And drank wine in Millionaire Bay
But celebrities, villas, and paparazzi,
And mega yachts won’t make my day.

I drank Sangria’s in Barcelona
And tried to speak some Catalan,
But I would not stay, not one more day,
No matter how great my tan!

I lazed on the beach in Valencia,
And got in a big tomato fight,
But how long would I stay, you ask?
I’d only stay a night.

I joined the fiesta in Madrid,
Then partied the night away,
But salsa and tapas is just not for me,
Too spicy I’d have to say!

I rode a camel in Marrakech,
And loved chicha’s and Moroccan tea,
But as amazing and brilliant this place is,
It is certainly not home for me.

I’ve been around the world and found,
That no matter where I may roam,
Nothing beats Australia,

The place that I call home.

Roking the Kasbah in Marrakech!!!!

Hey all,

So as some of you may already know, we have made the trip from Madrid over to the amazing Marrakech, Morocco. And yes, for those who are a tad geographically challenged, Marrakech is in Africa – and I know some of you had some hesitations and concerns about me going there – but I am proud to prove you all wrong! Marrakech is such an amazing place. We are staying in this absolutely adorable Riad right near the souks. When we first arrived, we were a little ambivalent, as we had met up with a group of four girls and were heading out from the airport to our Riad by an arranged transfer. But we had been informed that sometimes locals will pretend they are from a company and just take you anywhere and will make you pay for them to take you back. So we got in the bus, as he had a company sign held up at the airport, and we figured ‘safety in numbers’ so we went along – it all felt fine. We took a short drive through the ‘new town’ and the streets were just amazing. People buzzing about the streets, motor bikes with entire families on it flying past us, carts of fruit and eggs pulled by donkeys, and the streets were lined with palm trees and cacti. And on top of that, at about 10pm on our arrival, it was a good 37 degrees. I asked the driver if this weather was normal, and he replied ‘this is excellent weather, during the day it’s about 50 degrees!’.

But as we were driving, we noticed we were following a massive wall – taller than a 3 storey building, and it looked like an amazing castle/fort type Moroccan style wall. Then we stopped. And all our luggage was taken out of the van, and put into a cart. We were then told we had to walk from the new city into the old city. We were all very confused, but followed suit. We started walking with this one man, who did not speak very good English, down through the enormous labrynth of Marrakech, old town. And when I say labrynth, I mean it was like a maze – dead ends, underground paths, secret doorways – absolutely amazing. Scary, but amazing. As we are walking, there are motor bikes flying past us, missing us by a bees dick – left right and centre – coming from infront, and behind us – and people buzzing around; it was an experience you could only believe if you were there yourself. We were all a little worried about this man, leading us into dark, dustry streets – often times picth black as there was no street lights. But after many twists and turns down sandstone walls and mosaic doors, we came to the door of our riad.

We entered in, and it was just stunning. As you enter this amazingly intricate carved wooden door, you enter a massive courtyard, which the entire building is built around – with lovely plants and a fountain in the middle, and decked out with white soft couches, and red pillows, and within a void of 3 storeys high, with Moroccan style windows placed evenly throughout the walls of the courtyard. We were invited to sit in this little room, with lovely, soft couches, and hand made wooden table, with a gorgeous hand crafted copper plate. A young man called Kamaal welcomed us. He was very lovely, and spoke rather decent English for having studied it for only 6 months and being his 8th language. He began to tell us about the riad and a little bit about Marrakech. Then he welcomed us in the traditional Moroccan way with some Moroccan tea. Now this tea was the most amazing thing I have had in my entire life! He poured the tea from this gorgeous hand crafted silver tea pot into tiny glasses – and as we all took a sip, we all exclaimed ‘oh my god – this is amazing’ – the surprise on all of us was hysterical. This was the best tea in the whole entire world. Kamaal went on to say that we are welcome to have as much tea as we would like for free – which I have made good use of! I am officially a Moroccan tea addict.

(pouring some Moroccan tea!)

After our teas, Kamaal went on to tell us about the old town, the new town, and what to expect. He also got out a map and showed us where to go for some sightseeing. But I think the best thing he did for us was informing us about how the merchants in the souks will try to rip us off as tourists, and gave us appropriate price ranges for everything and anything we would want to buy. He then said we were welcome to settle in, have a shower and then he would take us out to the square for dinner, so that we can learn how to get to and from the square as it is such a confusing maze to get around. The place was built like this many thousands of years ago for various reasons, but in essence, the old town is completely housed by a massive wall (the one we saw when driving in) and further more, there are Kasbahs within the walls, which is in essence a walled city within the walls to keep out western influences. But we headed out to the Medina (the main square) for some food.

(some markets in the souks)

This main square was just amazing – like nothing I have ever seen before. I think it was then and there that I declared this place to be 1. My favourite place of all the places I have been, and 2. The biggest culture shock of my life. We entered into the square to see stalls of food and people and shops and lights as far as we could see. We were warned that the merchants would do anything to get us to go to their shop – we thought he was joking, but he wasn’t. we started walking down the stalls to try and find something to eat, and every single one we passed, someone came out and was like ‘best quality, superb, best price, you come here and eat here’ and people are grabbing you by the arm, trying to pull you over to their shops, and people yelling from every direction, trying to grab your attention – it was chaos! We kept walking and we saw stalls of food – masses of food! Meat, salads, couscous (of course), soup, and animal heads – just chopped off and cooked with everything intact - yummo! Actually one of their dishes is eating the brains of a calf straight from the skull. And we were a little worried about the blood splashed onto the streets – but we’ve heard that’s purifying the streets. Hmm.

So, we were trying to decide where to eat, and we have these people yelling at us, trying to get us to eat there – and when we choose somewhere else, they yell ‘losers, wankers’ and call us ‘shits’. Very amusing. But we had a somewhat decent meal – some mixed Moroccan salad, and some shish kebabs. Then we somehow made our way back to our riad, and fell asleep in our luxurious room – you could only begin to fathom how amazing this place is by seeing it yourself. The ensuit is all stone, and the shower is open and walk in. fantastic.

We woke up feeling great – and yes, it was bloody hot at sunrise. We got up and went down stairs to have some traditional Moroccan breakfast – 2 types of Moroccan bread – hard to describe – with freshly made marmalade and fig jam. And some freshly squeezed orange juice – like nothing we have ever tasted – fresh from the medina. And some coffee – and I swear this was like super coffee or something – cos it was bloody amazing. Not even Mocha Joes could top this! It was just brilliant. And the best part of the morning? Kamaal said because it is so hot during the day, you just cant go out – so u have to stay in this gorgeous riad all day, up on the double tier roof terrace to see the gorgeous views of the atlas mountains and of all the palm trees and roof top terraces of the riads of the entire city, just lazing away, sipping Moroccan teas and smoking chichas. Just brilliant.

(Me and Adam smoking chichas.)

At about 4pm, when it began to cool to about 40 degrees, we headed out to the souks for some haggling. Kamaal said we should just look and see what prices we could get for things and not to shop for a couple of days. Now, being a shopping addict like myself, this was very hard – but we did well and didn’t do any shopping until the next day. And Kamaal was spot on, and we are so greatful he had told us how bad the merchants can be. For instance, we wanted to get a chicha, and kamaal said it should cost no more than 150 Dirham, which is about $27 or so. But when we went into the shops (and none have any prices up) we ask ‘c’est combien’ (they speak French here) and they’ll reply with an absurd amount, like 700 dirham! Sometimes, we even got 1000 dirham! It was hysterical. And after many many hours of haggling, we got it down to 150 dirham. So we did well. And it was the same for everything and anything you wanted to buy – absolutely anything you had to haggle down to the actual price. We were told of other tourists going out and getting things, such as Henna for 1500 dirham – it should only cost about 5 dirham! It is just exhausting and frustrating to have to haggle absolutely everything, but if the merchant is nice, it can be a lot of fun. Some of them get angry at you, but some you can laugh with and have a good time – cos at the end of the day, you know what something is worth, so if they wont budge, you walk out, and then they yell out ‘ok ok, 150’ or whatever. Hysterical.

And I thought it was hysterical that I had become everyone’s personal shopper. The people we met in the riad (mainly aussies) all wanted me to come out with them to help them haggle – I must have a knack for it! I had gotten this amazing canvas painting down from 700 to 120 dirham. And the chicha we bought we got down from 700 to 150 dirham.

But to talk a bit about the culture – as most of you may know Morocco is an Islamic country – so all women have to wear their dresses and head pieces – and so did we. Well, not the head pieces, but if we were to leave the riad, we had to cover our selves from our knees up to our necks – so no shoulders or cleavage. It was a hassle making sure we were always covered, but I had come to their country so I had to respect their customs. It made it very hot, though. And it was funny how the men react to women here too – they adore them – especially the western women – we’re treated like royalty here. So I have found it to be quite an odd combination. That women here are expected to cover their bodies up – which I had always found to be very sexist, but ultimately, men worship women here! By many, I had been asked if I was married – and if I loved my boyfriend (in a very serious context). One guy tried to trade me for a tea pot (which I thought was a little insulting – at least 2 tea pots and throw in the glasses too!) and Adam has been told he is very ‘lucky’. But despite all of this, I loved that they think I look like a Moroccan girl from the Atlas Mountains – sounds very exotic, doesn’t it!

(the courtyard of our Riad)

And further more on the culture – we arrived here just before Ramadan – so we were able to see the contrast, and to see what its like for a whole town to commence such a strenuous religious act. For those who do not know, Ramadan goes for 40 days, where they cannot eat, drink (even water), sleep, smoke, or have sex until the sun goes down (except sex where they can’t have sex at all). So throughout the day, when its 50 degrees, they cannot eat or drink. And it appears to be very difficult. But when the sun sets, there are sirens that go off and the whole city of Marrakech sings out their prayers over loud speaker – it is such an amazing thing. And then everyone rushes over to the medina to eat – and it is absolute chaos. There are people just grabbing food and shoving it into their mouths – and there are groups of people sitting in the streets with massive feasts. And everyone is happy! But then they really can’t sleep either, as they have their next meal at about 1am, and then at about 4am, you can hear the sirens go off again for the final food call. It is such a culture shock. And as you wonder through the streets during the feasts, you walk past the mosques and can hear their prayers – very intriguing.

(At sunset as the sirens go off)

(I just wanted to say, that as I am typing this blog, I am sitting, watching the sun set from the roof top terrace, and just waiting for the sirens to go off, as one of the many stray, but very social cats walks past my feet. It is such a surreal experience.)

But onto the shopping! I have had such a great time here shopping. As this is our last leg of our trip, I have gone crazy with shopping – buying such lovely Moroccan plates, tea sets, and chichas. It’s just so amazing. We have gotten some great gifts for people so I am very excited to be giving you all your gifts and to tell you of the haggling stories behind it!

Well, we have had such an amazing 5 days here in the simply stunning Marrakech, and we highly recommend this place to anyone – this has been, by far, the best place we have visited. Even though its heart breaking to see women begging in the streets, breast feeding her new born baby, and to see so many stray cats – some have just given birth to a litter and is feeding them in the corner of a dusty road. And to see homeless puppies – the most adorable little things that you have to convince yourself in your mind that they have a family that loves them and that will take care of them – its so hard to do when you’re walking away from those gorgeous puppy eyes – he’s so happy to see you, but so scared to come up to you. And getting eaten alive by mosquitos – don’t worry, Morocco is 90% malaria free – and dying in the sweltering heat – this has been the best place by far and we loved it!

We will be seeing you soon!

Love you all,

Ash and Adam in Marrakech.x

Going Mad in Madrid

Hey all,

To sum up our final days in Spain, we could easily say – Frustrating. I think, from what we have learnt in all our travels is that the people you are with and the hostel you stay in can really make or break a city. I could never imagine how anyone could hate Paris – but met two girls who left after 2 days, absolutely hating it because of how bad the accommodation and people were. We had the same experience in Madrid – we now understand why they could come to hate Paris, as we have come to dislike staying in Madrid.

(the park we spent most of our time)

Please don’t get us wrong – Madrid is such a gorgeous city – very traditionally Spanish and such amazing cuisine. But we were unfortunate to have bad experiences with our accommodation and the people. We’ll start on the accommodation. When we arrived, we had to check in and pay – not a problem, you pay for accommodation (obviously) however, when they told us how much was owing – it was substantially more expensive than the invoice from Hostelworld.com, where I booked and paid a 10% deposit. Not only did they ask for the full amount (my deposit was apparently worthless) but they also increased the price by 10 euro each a night. So in total, we had to pay over an extra 60 euro. And then the place was just utter shit too. Absolutely tiny – 12 bed dorm, with the bunk beds lined up next to each other, if I had rolled over, I would end up in someone else’s bed. Then there was breakfast – bread. Its free and non existent. Ace. Coffee is provided – hot water, and some milk, but no coffee. If you can find bread – you can’t find spread. If you can find spread, you can’t find bread. Just shit. And then, on top of that, we were kicked out for the day – ‘lockout’ for the cleaners. So from 11am to 3pm we were locked out. Sure it’s great to go our an explore the city, but if you need anything – you can’t get it. And in Madrid, nothing is really open until the evening anyways – Spanish love their siestas.

(Adam drinking his first mohito (not sure how to spell it) YUMMO!)

So, the accommodation really destroyed Madrid for us. Then it was the people. We had a real problem with people staring at us, and hassling us, trying to sell us roses and trinkets in the street. And Spain is known for pick-pockets so we were on guard 24/7. We spoke to too many people who have had to pack up and go home cos they lost everything (poor Laurence). But we were lucky to have left with everything we came with.

(Drinking Sangria's!!!)

(adam guarding our suitcases)

But at the end of the day, we really made the most of our time in Madrid. We ate Felafels, drinking Sangria’s and just lazing in the park, watching the busy world go past us, in the gorgeous, Spanish sun.

(Eating a Felafel!!!)

We bid farewell to Spain, and now saying Salaam to Marrakech!

We’ll keep you posted!

Love you all,

Ashleigh and Adam in Madrid.x

Sangria, Tapas and Bull Fighting...

hey all,

so as you all know, we're in Spain. It has been nice here, both Adam and I have said how gorgeous we think the city is - we just don't like the people. but if you try hard enough, you can avoid people so we're paying out efforts to everything else.

(Plaza de Ayuntamiento in Valencia)

We love the cities - Valencia was just beautiful and the city is surrounded by hundreds and thousands of acres of Valencia orange trees - man do they love their oranges. Barcelona was just amazing too - if we were put there and not told where we were, we'd think we were in Melbourne to be honest. just really pretty. And now we're in Madrid - and it is spectacular. We thought Barcelona and Valencia were amazing, but this is just so Spanish in anyway you could imagine it. and it is super duper hot here! 40 degrees today. But the weather is odd - 40 degrees here is like a 30 degree day for us Aussies - the sun is very different. me and Adam lay out in the sun all day, and wont burn - its just a very progressive tan. we don't even need to wear sunscreen - i know we should, but we just don't burn here! in Aus, you go out in the sun for 30 minutes and you'll start to burn.

(a lake in a garden in Madrid)


but anyways, we also love the food and drink here. The Agua de Valencia is a favourite and tradition of Valencia - freshly squeezed Valencia oranges with Catalonian wine called Cava and a shot of Vodka. Another traditional drink is the sweet 'horchata' made from tiger nut milk and almonds. but we have to say our favourite is the Spanish Sangria's - we cannot get enough of them - we went out to a bar the other night and got the 'grande' for 7 euro - which was 1 litre of Sangria each. I was absolutely smashed. good times.

(Madrid Botanical Gardens)


They also have, of course, Tapas! we have seen shop after shop of tapas, but we're waiting out for San Sebastian - the hometown of Tapas. But whilst we are in Madrid, i am thinking about checking out the bull fighting arena - it just does not follow my beliefs though. its a very cruel sport, but none the less, i respect it is a very important sport for Madrid and part of their identity.

(Just down and around a corner in Valencia)

We have really enjoyed what Spain has to offer - we are just exhausted, and i am still sick. And the people here have a 'Mañana' attitude - meaning 'tomorrow'. so its been frustrating. but we wanted to clarify how much we loved the Spanish cities - they really are beautiful. Its funny actually, that the way you envisage each place, Spain, France, Italy, etc. it is everything and more - that each place does possess that stereotype, and just going through one border to the next country is a massive difference, even in the countryside - from Switzerland being lush with snow capped mountains and riddled with grand lakes, to Italy, being tall, where green meets the sand, and little terracotta houses are just plopped about - then to France, with dense forests in the North, to dry and baron scattered with what looked like gumtrees in the South. And now to Spain - it is all you could picture it as - hot, dry, with sandstone huts amongst fields of vineyards and orange trees, and dusty roads, leading to the floral and concrete masterpieces of their cities.

(We love Spanish food!)


we're off to Marrakech in a few days - we can't wait - but we are loving Spain. Oh, and its great that you can get absolutely anything behind the counter without a prescription!!!



España es hermosa. Espero que todos puedan venir a aquí!


Adórelos,


Ash y Adam en España.x

50,000 People, 1 Street, 3 Tomatoes, and Some Broken Ribs

Hey all,
So. La Tomatina. I’m sure you are all wondering how that went! I guess most would have some crazy expectations, granted as the festival has been voted 3rd most craziest festival in the world (below Papilloma Running with the Bulls and Japan’s Penis Festival) or perhaps some were worried? Well both had warranted feelings. It was the most intense, insane, and idiotic experience of our lives. We thought we were going to die.

We had a 6am start – you want to get there early to get right into the action. We boarded our Busabout coach and got our orange Busabout goggles and arrived in Buňol at about 9am. Already, the streets were filled with young, drunken fools. I’ll have to admit their efforts were impressive – some were dressed up as Ninjas, some tennis players, synchronised swimming teams, just to name a few. But what had concerned me most were the packs of guys sculling beer and wine. We had been warned by many to wear multiple layers – particularly for the girls, as the guys will surround you in packs and rip your clothes off. I think that was a general fear shared by all females there. Last year, a girl had all her clothes ripped off – not cool.

We all started walking down the streets to get to the centre of it all, Galle del Cid. All the houses in the street were covered in massive sheets of plastic, and the locals were on their roof tops with hoses and buckets of water, throwing it down on the people below. There was cheers and screams of drunken young fun. At this point, everyone was pretty happy. The festival hadn’t quite begun yet. Basically, everyone gathers in the streets, and for a good 2 hours, the locals pour water and wine all over you while you organise yourself (if you can call it organisation?) into the streets. Then, at the stoke of 11am, a gun fires, and people run towards a flag pole in the town square, which is coated in soap and butter, and has a ham on top. As soon as someone gets the ham, the tomatoes come out. There are rules to this though, basically, it’s anyone’s game to get the ham, except if your female or a tourist. So, basically, only male locals can get the ham. If a female or a tourist attempts to get the ham, even if they’re half way up, they’ll rip them down by their shorts.

We were waiting for the trucks to come round in the main street, the Galle del Cid – and as this festival has gotten more and more popular, and the streets aren’t getting any wider, people began cramming the street, which meant that the people already in the middle were being crushed – including us. We were picked up by the current of people and pushed down one of the side streets. Then, the tomato truck came by, and with well over 50,000 people in the street no wider than 5 metres, there was no where for the people to go, other than down this street. Me and Adam were completely crushed amongst all of the people. There were groups of drunken idiots forming a chain of arms and pushing people down the street – however it turned into massive crushing. There were girls next to me who were crying from terror. Big guys who look strong enough to hold them selves up were pulled under the massive rips of people. And this was just from the first truck.
And then, even though we were neck to neck with anyone and everyone, we hear cries of ‘everyone move, there’s a baby’. And so we squish together as hard as we can to create some sort of path way for this complete idiot of a woman who thought it was a novel ideal to bring her 2 year old son into the crowd. This little Asian woman had her son in her arms, and they were both decked out in their La Tomatina top and goggles – this was a consciously made decision. But from this point on, the crowd just got worse and worse.

I was clinging onto Adam, and the crowd pushing was so fierce, I was wedged between two random people (half naked, sweating guys – delightful) and I was stuck so tight, I was moving with the crowd with my feet off the ground – and moving down the street. I lost my thongs and was completely barefoot on the slushy ground. After this massive flow of pushing, it calmed for about 2 minutes, and I was able to stand. I told Adam I lost my shoes, and he was not the least bit pleased. So I quickly had a look on the ground, found one, but not so sure where the other one was. Then I look over and see the back of my thong – and there’s a foot in it! Clearly not the owner of the shoe though – I can spot my shoes a mile away. I go up to this little Asian girl and say ‘can I please have my shoe back’ – she responds ‘oh, is this yours?’ Arrgh. Anyways I got my shoes back. But then there was no time for rest as the crowds started moving like an ocean again.

I’m clinging onto Adam, and he’s wiping his face onto his shoulder, but his arms are pinned around mine, voluntarily and involuntarily. He’s yelling to me something, but the crowds are so loud I can’t hear him, even though his mouth is up to my ears. I say back to him ‘do you want me to take your goggles off?’ – And he screams YES! – His goggles were fogging up and he couldn’t see. I had removed mine as soon as the crushing started. The pushing just kept getting worse and worse, and Adam and I began to get very scared. We were being pushed and crushed, and were losing our footing, and getting sucked under. The people surrounding us were terrified – we all said ‘this is not right’. This was not supposed to happen. The crushing just got worse and worse, to the point where my ribcage was being pushed against other people so hard I think I have broken a rib. I couldn’t breathe I was being crushed so hard. And poor Adam was baring the brunt of so much weight just to hold me up. We had to get out of there. But the festival lasts for 1 hour – 11am to 12pm – when the gun fires. And we were only half an hour in.

After the third truck passed, and the mass of crushing had eased for a few minutes, we ducked into the rapids of people and squeezed our way down to the end of the street, and out of there.

And out of this entire time – we saw a total of 3 tomatoes. Yep, that’s right, 3. When the first truck passed, they threw 3 tomatoes down the street, and moved on. The second truck threw shoes, bottles, and thongs (genius, what goes up must come down, and in this case, onto people’s head) and absolutely no tomatoes. The same for the third. Adam and I came out of this, not covered in tomatoes like we expected and were told we would, but just in other people’s sweat and red wine. Just imagine – 1 street no wider than about 4 metres, 50,000 drunken people squished in – and 34 degree heat. Absolute cesspool.

When we got out, some of the locals had their hoses out, so we washed ourselves down. We were just in shock. And thankful we were still alive. We were very scared. And we thought we were the only ones, until we met up with the rest of our group – who all said the same thing. They were thankful they were still alive. We’re not sure what happened, but we know that it wasn’t supposed to be like that. Further down the street was much better, but was the only area where tomatoes were being thrown and where there was enough room to move – but those who were in that area just came out with bruises from the tomatoes.

It was not a pleasant or fun experience. We payed a lot of money for this, with a tour company, and at the end of the day, all they did was take us there (not even on their busses – they used local Spanish busses) and said ‘woohoo this is so much fun, yay’ and made tomato jokes the whole way. For those who are keen to participate in next year’s festival (despite which I wouldn’t recommend it), do not go with a tour, its very easy to get to and from and no reason why you need to be on a tour for it. And second of all – please don’t bring infants to the festival – it’s a tad dangerous. Also, remember it is not all fun and games – if you get into the wrong area, you can and will get crushed. Don’t follow the crowds, and go the back way – to the top of the town square away from Galle del Cid. Once you’re in – it’s a fucking mission to get out.

I’m sure this story is not what you expected, perhaps it was? Me and Adam are fine. A little battered and bruised, and I’ve probably punctured a lung, but other than that, we’re in one piece. But we probably won’t be doing that again next year.

There are more tomatoes in the fridge at home than what we saw today. Very disappointing. But at least we stuffed our faces with Burger King afterwards, and have our own private double room in a 3 star hotel! Shit happens.

Love you all,

Ash and Adam in Valencia.x
Glad to be alive.

In Bed with Barcelona

Hey all,

Well, to finish up our stay in Barcelona (we only had 2 full days) I was unfortunately still very ill so we didn’t get up to much in the glorious city. We did however take a short stroll to find some dinner and ended up on La Rambla (the equivalent of Chapel Street) which was a lot of fun, and we saw what we thought was the big sand castle cathedral – as it was never completed it is permanently in scaffolding. But in our short lived stay in Barcelona, we saw how amazing this place was.

(one of the many side streets of Barcelona)

We went out for dinner at this awesome place which was traditional Spanish buffet full of the most flavoursome foods – and as it was all-you-can-eat, Adam made sure he got his money’s worth – I on the other hand stocked up on the deserts. I don’t know why there are no good all you can eat places in Melbourne – cos this place was amazing – good quality food that was just so filling and so healthy. It was the best meal we have had since travelling – we both said we had not felt that full since being home. And it was great too – salads, vegetables, meat, lentils, wholemeal bread – no wonder I’m feeling so much better!

(our yummy 2 euro ice creams!)

The next day we had to find a grocery store for some lunch and dinner, and on our stroll, we passed a statue completely covered with pigeons – someone had dropped their cup of seeds – so the birds were going ape shit – piled up on top of each other. Hysterical. We moved on to the cathedral, but I’m pretty sure we saw the wrong one – but it was still impressive. There was a live band playing some good old Spanish acoustic, which was really lovely. Then we wondered down some of the amazing little alley ways, packed with people exploring all the fantastic boutiques and stalls. Their little alley ways are just gorgeous. Tall buildings with intricate Spanish designs, and at their roots are little gems of stores, selling such individual goods, mostly hand made and excellent quality. And if you continue on basically any of these little adorable streets you’ll no doubt end up on La Rambla.

(Psycho Pigeons!)

We got to La Rambla and had an ice cream- it was so good. We got a massive cone with two scoops (which was plenty) for only 2 euro! Having come from places like Nice, Monaco and Paris, we were pleased to see a price so easy on the wallet. We got one on the way back, too! We walked up La Rambla and it was just organised chaos. There is a market that runs the length of the street up to the town square. But all the stalls in the market were pet shop – with turtles, iguanas, ferrets and chicks and ducklings. Very odd. And there was street entertainers lined up, next to each other. You could see some of them put a lot of effort into their act, hence why they steal all the business from the others. There was this one lady, dressed up in some sort of gypsy outsit, and just standing there and waving to people. No wonder she got zero business. We then found the grocery store.

(La Rambla)

We got our food and headed back to our hostel. And basically we stayed there for the rest of our time in Barcelona – I was just too ill. It was very disappointing, but we have quite a lot of time for Spain, so we’ll do our best for the rest of the trip.

(Spanish accoustic band playing out front of the cathedral.)

Love you all,

Ash and Adam in Barcelona.x

Bus Ride from Hell

Hey all,

Making this one a quick one today. From Nice we headed off to Barcelona! Very exciting. Until we got on the bus anyways. In the morning, we had to be up and out of our hotel by 7:30 as our bus left at 8:00am. But what do we know, reception is closed until 8am, and if you wake up the staff, you get a 50 euro fine – and we already had a 30 euro deposit on our keys – we didn’t wanna risk losing 80 euro. So we went up to the bus and asked if we could put our luggage on and then run down to our hotel to get our money back. All was fine of course, but just stress we didn’t need.

After getting our money and finally making it on the bus, we departed quite late, around 8:45. so we knew we were already going to be quite late. After many hours of bus travel, we were buggered and just wanted to sleep – but busses aren’t really designed for sleeping – so we tried our best. Adam got quite shitty after a while, understandably though – those buses can get very uncomfortable after about 7 hours of driving.

At around 4pm, and after many hours on the bus, I started to feel a little unwell. Within an hour, I had a blocked nose, burning sore throat, fever and aches and pains all over my body, and not enough energy to hold myself up, and on top of it all, conjunctivitis! I was not a happy camper. All I wanted was a hot shower and a nice bed. Though amongst it all, I thought I’d just mention I thought it to be very weird to hear Delta Goodrem on Spanish radio! Go Delta!

We’re driving along the Catalonia Highway in Spain, and there are many signs along the way which said 281 deaths this year on this motorway, and over 790 injuries. I heard the bus driver say to our tour guide ‘is there an accident up ahead?’ and as our tour guide could speak Spanish, he replied ‘No, there is just a risk of accidents on this motorway’. No more than 2 minutes later and no more than 10km away from the hostel, a BMW X5 decided to cut the bus off, and tried to squeeze in between a Mercedes and the bus (which had just cut us off previously and left about 7 metres between us). The Mercedes slammed on its brakes (for no apparent reason) and the poor bus driver tried to slow down at 90 km per hour with a bus load of people, and only 1 metre between him and the BMW in front, but unfortunately slammed into the back of the BMW – shattering their rear window, and rear bumper. Me and Adam saw the whole thing as we were sitting at the front of the bus – Adam had to give a statement. But all the while, I was crouching over in absolute agony – I was so sick, I was crying. And due to this accident, and being only 10 k’s from the hostel, we had to wait 2 and a half hours for the bloody police to turn up.

We arrived at 11pm in Barcelona – and didn’t even know where we were staying – had to get on the net and look it up, and still had to get to our bloody hostel too, lugging our luggage all the way there. We found it which wasn’t too far away, but I was so sick it felt like miles. We finally got in, and we took a sleeping pill each and slept like a baby. Thank you so much mum for the sleeping pills – you have no idea how much they have helped us! Adam says he wakes up like a champion! I wake up a little groggy though – not too sure why, but I get the best sleep!

Well, I’ve just woken up – 1pm. And it appears I’m spending the day in bed. I am still very sick, and every one keeps staring at me – it looks like Adam has been beating me up my eyes are so swollen. But Adam has been so great – he went out and got us some breakfast and was being so lovely. I feel much better today – but still too ill to move too much.

We will try our best to see as much of Barcelona as we can, but due to my illness, don’t expect to see a brilliant blog on it.

We’ll keep you all updated!

Love you all,
Ash and Adam in Barcelona.x