Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Yes, that's really what it looks like. A stainless-steel, all-you-can-guzzle red wine fountain. Arriving at 8am, I proceeded to swill as much of its frothy produce as my malnourished stomach could handle. Resting on little more than the previous evening's dinner and a few meagre morsels of biscuit, the wine soon worked its magic and I had to fight to stop myself from vomiting, launching into a fast-paced walk that took me quickly away from the brewery enclosure and into the morning glow of the Spanish countryside. By 11am I'd walked off most of the alcohol and still didn't feel hungry. Ah, the metabolic wonder of booze...
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Until you've slept in a half-derelict gym after trekking through 28kms of Spanish forest, you don't know the meaning of fun. Especially when you have a hirsute, didgeridoo-playing German, a cute Swedish teen and a wandering Jew for company.