NINE TRADES ON TOUR

Calum's now in his second week of his journey across Europe. Seen above sporting continental lager and Django Reinhardt t-shirt. He's been sending some top snaps of his trip and keeping me up to date with his adventures by email.(see below)

alright alan.started off in valencia,hung out with an orthodox jew from canada,a turban wearing italian and shhtefaan the stereo typical german.not one of them could fucking understand me hardy har.valencia was ace,great bars and clubs!from valencia i headed up to barcalona as i heard there was a festival on up there!place was heaving!firework displays going on that made me think we were under attack from those crazy basque people further north!there were also stages all over the city with bands playing until four in the morning most nights,saw the hives playing in the middle of a scheme,just shhtefaan and me along with ten thousand catalonians,mildly intimadating,thankfully gerry spoke spanish haha.never met anyone new in barca so headed up to pamplona,bad move it was pishing with rain and my hostel was a shithole.i was sharing my room with two swiss guys who had walked all the way from switzerland,they said they were pilgrims and were walking to san tiago.impressive! room was fucking stinking though,they had all their smelly socks and boots all over the shop. boke!had a walk around but was'nt impressed.it seems apart from the bull run there is'nt much going on in pamplona-bit of a dump.maybe i was just in the wrong area but i decided to move on to san sebastion the next day.san sebastion was great,excellent beaches and great food!hooked up with a few ozzy dudes and a couple of irish guys, bad move,i woke after three days of drinking and had one of the worse eyeballer hangovers ever!tired and confused i headed for the train station and got the fuck out of there.i crossed over to hedain in the border of spain and france and from there to biarritz but in my drunken stuper missed my stop so got off in bayonne.by this point was getting a bit pissed off with the lone travelling,even though i was meeting different people along the way most of them had their own adjenda.i was getting bored!I found myself on the train up to paris with no real plan and arrived at 11.30 at night.walked around for a while and managed to get a cheap room  quite close to the eiffel tower.i dumped my shit and had a wander about in desperate need of food-all the way to paris for a mcdonalds haha.been here a couple of days now and think i'll probably head home then do budapest etc in a week!
speak to you soon calum