the drive

to remember my park... 

crazy extreme light

hmmmm

Weeeeeeeeeeee. I get my wee car, which is not as small or ridiculous looking as I thought, they've given me a Citroen C3 instead of C1, which means nothing to me but if you google it, the one I got looks less like it will blow off the road in a gust of wind. Now! To find my way out of Barcelona...haha...

Driving on the right side of the road and in the other side of the car is kiiinda crazy, but not as hard or a completely stressful as I thought it would be...then I reach the roundabout...

There are 2 ways to Tarragona, the first place I want to stop, and go me, I pick the one with a toll involved. Why is it with toll roads, when you drive up to them they have that really large, un-laned free for all spot out the front, and then again when you leave? Confusing, cos there are people driving all over  the show. I thought, comparing it to the tolls me and Sam encountered in France, it would be around the same price - which was €1.50 or something - but alas, this must have been some super highway type toll (the road was super smooth and you could go 120, or as everyone else was doing, whatever speed you liked) and it cost a heft €7 to get me through the section I went on.

When I got to Tarragona, there was a rest spot with a Roman aqueduct running near it, so I stopped and went for a bush walk over to it. OOOOOOO old thingssss. The one thing I wanted to go see here was the amphitheatre, and do you think I could find it? No. That was a tad annoying, but I figured driving around aimlessly looking wasn't much fun either, so off I went. 


It was a loooooooovely sunny day, and once I figured out I could connect my iPod to the stereo and sing all the good songs at the top of my voice, it felt just like summer in NZ. Well, aside from the lack of friends in the car, but that meant I could have the judgement-less sing-fest for a solid 5 hours. It was a good time. I got to stop at lots of random beaches and odd spots to take photos, but there were ALOT that I couldn't figure out how to get to. Like a random castle on top of a hill. Who knows. I guess there's an advantage to learning a different language.

Anyway, I got down to Alicante, and was feeling all chuffed cos it had been a fun drive/good day/great time, and turn to my trusty iPhone for directions. Which, by the way, I'd been using as a GPS all round Barcelona, no problemo, getting me from A to B everytime blah blah. But! It chose this really handy moment, to F out. Did a wee jig, apple sign, turn off. Hmm. Pull over, give it a moment. Turn it on. I'm thinking oh thank goodness it turned on, I'm saved rah rah, but then the maps won't load. I can't even get it to figure out where I am . Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. What the hell phone. WHAT THE HELL? I wasted about 2 and a half hours pissing round trying to figure out where to go. (BTW I didn't have a map, as again, I thought the phone would be working normally) Eventually I parked in a parking Building in the general area I knew the place I'd booked was and asked some other hotel. It wasn't far thankfully, and I walked over. 


Cool town at night tho! Quite like Barcelona with its little bars/restaurants all lined up on slim streets, crazy looking buildings everywhere. But, I'm all half angry at the time wasted driving when I could have been, I dunno, eating or something, so when I finally get to my room, I eat a lolly and go to bed. Sulk a wee bit. Post something about it on Facey. Haha, oh dearison. 


Well, there you go. There's one more post about the last day, the day in Alicante, to come. 


OH AND IT'S 2012! Better get shit done before John Cusack drives a limo through LIFE AS WE KNOW IT!