Oh Valencia. Sadly we didn't really get to see much of Valencia but we had such an amazing time there.
The main reason behind us stopping in Valencia was to attend the LaTomatina festival in Buñol. We camped out with busabout and the camp site was full of orange tents. We were told on the bus ride from Barcelona that Valencia has 300 days of sunshine on average per year, and we were lucky enough to have three days of rain. Which was nice while camping.
Upon our arrival, we headed into Valencia on the local bus from the campsite to find Brendy some shoes for LaTomatina. He found some weird old man shoes for €7 and they ended up turning his feet brown - so wicked purchase Brendanie. We tried Horchata from a little stall outside of the shopping centre which is like an almond milk type drink and although it looked dodgey as balls it was actually pretty decent. Oh! And we tried bocadillos for the first time!! They were the s***! I am in love. I'm coming back so fat but at this point I've come to accept that and I don't even care. So, after all the excitement, we headed back to the camp site and explored. They have a zoo!! With a donkey!! I was SO excited. Brendan didn't really share the excitement, especially about the little piggy that had a tummy that touched the ground which was in the enclosure with the attention w**** sheep that just baa-ed at you non stop for some lovin', but that was ok because I had enough excitement for the two of us! We moved along and hung out by the pool and had a few drinks with some busabouters which was lovely. The campsite shop had 1L bottles of sangria which they ran out of by the end of the night. I may, or may not have gone back to the zoo after finishing a fair bit of that sangria and shared some with the pig - but he loved it so much!! I was too scared to go to the zoo after that incase I killed it, but I'm pretty sure it's still kickin. I just wanted to be friends.

We were woken up in the morning at 5:30 which was not cool after downing so much sangria the night before, but it was go time for LaTomatina. We left the campsite at 7 which was not very nice.
Upon our return from the festival we had a bit of a nap to prepare ourselves for the busabout pub crawl that night. Oh no. The shuttle took us in at 6 and we were supposed to have a walking your of Valencia which would've been nice, except it was pissing down rain so everyone bailed. We went to a badass tapas place for dinner where you just pick what you want and pay at the end by giving the lady the toothpicks from each of the tapas. It was really cheap too which was extra wonderful.
We started off at an Irish pub and had a couple of drinks there. It got pretty crowded so we moved on to the next location which was a club. That was packed too, so our little crew which started off as 4 left there as 7 and that's where the fun began. We got moved to another club type bar place next door and had a drink there before a thousand people swarmed in and then we were like nup bail can't even move. One of the guys had been in Valencia for a couple of days I think, and had found a small shot bar just off the Main Street so we relocated. Upon our entry, we were greeted by the bar man and a customer who for some reason had a plunger on his head. I'm sure the reasoning behind it made sense to him. I think we had a shot with him before he left but my recollection of the night once we hit the shot bar is a little blurry for some reason. So at this bar you get a menu of different types of shots. It's all in Spanish so you have no idea what you're ordering and then you shot it and you're like s*** that has ouzo in it. We all thought it was a fantastic idea to start off with 10 shots each. Which it was because its 10 shots for €10. There were so many different colours and flavours we had the rainbow covered. After our initial 10 each we had started something great. The shot tower. And for some reason blurred lines became the theme song to this shot tower and #thicke was our motto for obvious reasons. The bar guy dug us so much that he kept making blurred lines noises with us and gave us all a free shot. This bought the total up to 77. After that our math got really bad but we wanted to make the tower reach the roof from the table so we thought another 5 each won't hurt. We were shattered when it didn't reach but we had broken the 100. It wasn't enough though. We wanted to reach that roof. We wanted to set it on fire. By this time an old man had come into the bar to watch the soccer. We did a lot of yelling Messi which is one of the Barcelona players and we ruined that old guys night. He got so mad but it just fueled us. We didn't care. We were like step aside old man you're about to witness history in the making to clip our wings, watch us spread them and fly. He did, because another 5 more shots each was the best idea ever and that got us enough to reach the roof!! We were so happy! At the time our math made us believe we had done 143 shots each, so we were like our math is great, another 1 each and we reach 150, we got this. Again, another fantastic idea, and we had one more shot each before leaving the bar. We all signed the wall which was a chalkboard saying 150 shots and sold ourselves short because we had actually downed 154. We stumbled out into the streets asking people where do the dogs go, before fist pumping them and yelling the pound and singing blurred lines at the top of our lungs. We ran into an old friend of ours on the way to the club where all the busabout people were at. That old friend was the guy with the plunger on his head. He didn't speak a single word of English but we managed to get a photo with him. He was real over protective of his plunger though and wouldn't let anyone touch it and he got mad when I accidentally knocked it off his head but #yoloswag just deal ok.
In the club I requested blurred lines but the language barrier meant we got pitbull instead. Lame. We all got a little separated, but once the crew was back together again we figured it was a sign from god to go back to the shot bar for round 2. The bar guy was happy to see us, because we paid for his kids entire education, the old soccer guy on the other hand was not very happy to see us. We tried buying him a shot but he was like piss off and let me watch my Messi so the bar guy got down with us instead. We had another couple of shots each, making our grand total for the night 168 shots. We managed to just stumble back to the bus on time to make it to the campsite which was a happy time. We woke up the next morning dreading the bus ride to Madrid, as 168 shots never goes down well the morning after, but Valencia you've been beautiful.