Barcelona III

Day 3: 13 Mar

Woke up not very early on our last day in Spain. Packed up, left our keys with a note for the hostel lady and left at about 10 am.

We decided to take a cruise around the port and coast area instead of going up the Montjuic mountain as we had our bags with us. Faisal was especially happy cos we finally got to relax and chill out rather than going non-stop from place to place.

The weather was drizzly and grey and not clear and blue like the last 2 days but that was not going to stop us from enjoying ourselves! Or so we thought. While buying tickets, the lady in the booth asked us if we could take the slightly choppy sea. We said yes, but all of us got rather seasick half an hour into the one-and-a-half hour cruise!

The beginning was ok and we all excitedly took many many pictures (as usual) on the top deck. The captain even let us into the control room to pose. We then settled down to savour the sea breeze and view. bb was the first to feel a bit off. After that we all decided to move downstairs. With the exception of Faisal, all 3 of us spent the rest of the trip trying not to feel too ill. Haha, I succeeded... by leaving my breakfast on the boat! With my stomach empty, the seasickness went away. Heh.

We were all very glad to reach the shore.

Next up was shopping! We took the metro and hit the shops along La Rambla. And being in Spain, we were not going to leave without stepping into Zara. Ironically, Faisal, the Zara-man, didn't find anything he liked. I bought a long sleeved shirt.

Then it was late-lunch/early dinner at a buffet place before we had to catch the bus at Sants Estacio to get back to Reus. This time around we were determined not to miss the bus. If we go to the airport the way we came, it was cutting a bit too close for comfort. The metro gave us a minor heart attack when it paused mid-way to Sants Estacio and when we finally reached the station, bb started running. And so we followed. Luckily the bus was not hard to find (cos there was a freaking bus station!) though it WAS quite a distance from the metro. This time Ain threw up. Buffet + mad dash = bad idea.

Made it safely onto the bus and to Aeroport de Reus in good time. We played bridge and tried to spend our euro coins at the sole cafe at the airport while waiting for the plane. Being the ulu airport that it is, the Ryanair personnel had to serve in different positions. This allowed the rather pretty girl at the admin counter to appear again to do plane boarding, making bb very happy.

We got back to London at around midnight and had to go through the whole rigamole of taking the coach to Victoria and catching the night buses back. Luckily Faisal stays in Wolfson too. I wouldn't want to be out alone at that time of the night! Finally reached Wolfson around 3 am and I managed to hit the sack by 4 am.

And so that concluded my Barcelona trip.