We caught the night train into Amsterdam and arrived at about 930, Monday morning the 27th. We checked into The Flying Pig hostel which was pretty central to all the Amsterdam action, then went straight out to make the most of my first day. I wanted to do a bike tour but they didn't start till mid afternoon so I opted for the Heineken Museum (with Zoe) instead. Was a lot better than I thought it'd be actually. Heineken is my new favourite beer for sure, they sold...

After Ibiza, we flew into London for a couple of days. It was a quick pit-stop before we headed to Munich for Oktoberfest. After 10 weeks of singlets and shorts it was finally time to give use to the jackets and jeans that we had been lugging around. It was freezing. 8 days of solid partying had worn down my immune system, which wasn't a shock, and London's autumn climate wasn't helping things. We were staying just down the road from Kings Cross Station in a lit...

Monday evening, 6th September. The ferry dropped us off on the opposite side of the island to where we were staying so it took us another couple of hours to finally get to our accommodation. It was a 12 hour journey all up. Ferries are well and truly dead to me. Never again. First impression of Ibiza was pretty much what I expected. The island really only has one commodity.. Nightclubs! Every billboard or advertisement is promoting an event at a nightclub. Every...

Lewis and I were both pretty content to just hang out in Barcelona and not do a lot. We had obviously been before on contiki and had already seen all the main touristy stuff. And we hadn't really had any downtime since the trip started so I think we were both looking forward to relaxing a bit. Day 1 we rose early after a quiet night and hit the beach. Was pretty relaxing. Barca's main beach is alright, sandy with a hint of a wave. We decided to exert ourselves b...

Left Croatia for Spain on Monday the 23rd August. Was a 5pm ferry but it didnt take off till 6. Bloody Italians are useless. The ferry was taking us back to the familiar territory of Ancona, where we had to get to the train station by 1am, to catch a two and a half hour train to Bologna Airport, from where our 7am flight would take us to Valencia. Sounds hard enough but it was made even harder when we turned up at Ancona train station to find that the next 3 trai...