We woke up today ready for another camera wielding, jeans and runners wearing, money belt loving, dodgy souvenir, real touristy day on the tourist bus! Yay! Well that was only half true really, because first we were going back in to the pub we found yesterday to see if we could watch the first footy final, with Geelong playing Hawthorn in the Qualifying Final at about 11:30am our time. But we were going to utilise the tourist bus to get back into town there too though - winning! Actually that's probably only half true again really. The tourist bus has a set route, so to go to our destination we had to take the whole route just to get to there. And it was pretty much our second time on that route in as many days. If we thought hearing about tourist sights in the smooth calming voice of recoded British dude, it had nothing on listening to it the second time. All up, it took around an hour and a half to make it back into the centre of town to the pub. Yesterday, Daniel and I walked back to the hotel from here in about half an hour! But granted, we had been busting for the toilet then! But the winning part came from, you guessed it, free wifi. And you should be thanking it too - one of my earlier blogs was completed and uploaded on this time on the bus! So in the end we felt like the real winners. Unlike Geelong, ouch! We finally got to the pub and went inside to order a beer. There were a few Aussies about who all seemed to be here for the same reason as us. Either that or they were real backpackers, fools. Or perhaps even both. We kindly asked the lady behind the bar if she could show the footy for us, and she went off to attempt to change it for us. In the mean time, a heap of us gathered around my phone, drinking beer and listening to the live stream of the game (thanks free wifi). Dad still wasn't feeling himself, and in the cold bar he was starting to burn up, so he decided to walk on back to the hotel to rest. Probably a good move if he wanted to get back there today with the speed of the tourist bus! Guess that age really is starting to catch up with him. Back at the pub, things weren't looking great for the tv coverage. They could only choose between having a replayed game of American football on, or a live game of a final in the AFL. I guess it was the right choice in showing the American football, given there were no Americans in sight and it was packed with Aussies. ****wits. The lady behind the bar, who didn't make the decision, was pretty apologetic and friendly, and while most of the Aussies left, Daniel and I decided to just stay and listen to it. That decision was helped given the fact Geelong were losing. The lady even offered to do a jäger with us, on the house, regardless of the outcome! We ordered some food there and listened to the eventual flogging play out. As the game was in its final stages, the (very) old man Johnny rocked back up, feeling a bit better. We never did end up doing that jäger, but we did end up a tad drunk. That was a little problem because we were about to hop on the third different loop of the tourist bus to read the post-match analysis on our phones using the wifi. Err I mean check out the rest of the sights. Hopefully we didn't need the toilet anytime soon. The bus set off around the western parts of Barcelona. It took us past this massive church, La Sagrada Familia, which was first started over 100 years ago, but never ever completed to the vision of the architect. Authorities have now decided to complete the massive project as it was always envisaged, so it is in the midst of being constructed. It's so big that a heap of residential areas have to be demolished to make room. God didn't bless their owners, he shat all over them. We had intended to go in, but the line looped almost twice around it just to get in, and the lines waiting to get back on our bus were almost as long! So we decided against it. After seeing so many churches, I can imagine it has an altar, high ceilings, stained windows, candles and all in there. Probably pretty accurate. That was the story for a fair few of the sights on this loop, so we happily stayed on the bus. But there was a problem brewing - Daniel and I were beginning to need the toilet! And there was another problem in that apparently the bus had a mechanical problem and we'd all have to get off at the next stop and wait for the replacement bus. When we arrived, there was no replacement bus. And nor was there one coming! Instead, we were to join the back of the already long line of tourists waiting to board the next bus. My bladder wasn't having that, so we decided to go for a walk in the big park next to us. I searched in vain through the park looking for a toilet to relieve my bladder, but to no avail. It also had just started to rain, which didn't help! Luckily we were in Spain so the park was deserted. I took advantage of this fact and found a large tree...! Once relieved, we ended up back at the bus stop, and luckily the queue had been quelled. We jumped on a bus and continued our journey towards home. Again the other big touristy stops were really busy, so we decided to stay on the bus. It wasn't encouraging that the rain had gotten harder too. It was the first rain we'd seen since Amsterdam, so in reality we were lucky! Eventually we got off the bus and walked the final few hundred metres back to the hotel, our Barcelona tourist bus experience over! It had a bit of a legacy though, in that it showed us a substantial shopping strip around the corner from us, and that is where we went for tea. Craving pizza, we found an 'authentic wood fired pizza' place and went inside. The pizzas looked delicious on the menu. But there was no wood firing, just a piddly little oven that heated prepacked frozen pizzas that looked nothing like the menu. I would've been disappointed, but maybe 'authentic wood fired pizza' translated into 'frozen **** reheated' in Spain. Who knows, I don't know Spanish. Later, we all went back up to the rooftop bar for a final couple of drinks. While Dad called it a night after one, Daniel and I stayed for one last pint. Or so we thought. Literally with one sip left before we were heading off, sober, to bed, our old mate Peter and his wife came on up and invited us to join their table. We decided to have one more not to be rude. Turns out his wife was not completely out of tune or care for yesterday's conversation. No way. She was absolutely hammered then, and couldn't really talk! She was in a much better condition today, and actually really really friendly! She wasn't going near a drink! Oh but we were, and by the end of the night I would say we were in somewhat a similar condition. I don't really know what happened, but I'm pretty certain I was calling people back home. And I know I must've passed out on the toilet! For the life of me I don't know how we went from final sips of a quiet beer to absolutely maggotted! But we did. Not knowing any more that happened today, this entry must end. Barcelona, you were meant to be our rest and recuperation. But you're seriously wrecking us!