The last night in Prague was not the quiet one in we had planned - dancing and drinking till all hours. Liver sure to declare war any day now. Much to our delight, the cool group of the trip, aka the posse, arrived at the same bar we were at. We imagine there is always one such group on every such tour. How they and their egos will be missed.

Looking vile and feeling worse, we headed out to the airport and finally got a bit of sleep on the flight over to Barcelona. To say they speak little english here, is akin to praising the French for their tact. It has been quite the debacle and the trip from the airport dragged on like an epic tale of loss and frustration.

Finally we arrived at the hostel, Gothic Point. The place is simply repulsive. You would not send your worst enemy here to sleep. Our bed i.e. paper thin matress on chipboard floor, is reached by a ladder, above the proper bed on the ground below us. A loft - more like a torture chamber. Terrified to go back (and catch something) so we are keeping busy round the city tonight. Off to the hotel tomorrow - may the cleanliness engulf us, in compensation for enduring tonights terrifying challenge at Gothic Point... Pics to come - you won´t believe it till you see it!

May the force be with us.