Since When Is Bordeaux Near The Sea??
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Running from your hostel, heavily laden with beer is never a good idea. Add in a few whiskeys with a pinch of having no notion of where the train station is, makes things even worse. We did somehow manage to find our way to the station and buy our tickets. We then got on the train but I somehow got turned around and lost the boys. I knew I would find them when we get to Bordeaux so I curled up onto a seat and drifted off to sleep...
The train journey seemed to take no time at all or is that simply because I slept the whole way. When I awoke and the train pulled into the station, the sky was already dark. Wow, I didn't think that Bordeaux was that far from Paris.
The station was called Barcelona de Sants, hmmm, that is a very interesting name for the main station in Bordeaux, you would expect it to be in Barcelona.
So for the next two hours I wandered the streets of "Bordeaux" in search of a hostel that had space. I eventually stumbled across the Barcelona Mars hostel. In the hostel, the Aussie dude behind the country was intrigued to hear my Irish accent murdering the French language until his curiousity gave way and he told me that I had clearly gotten on the wrong train and was in Barcelona...which explained a lot.
It turns out that Alan and Mike also got on the wrong train and ended up in Berlin!!
It turns out that summer time is a pretty big time of year for Barcelona. Very few places had vacancies. Luckily I was not alone in my predicament, albeit everyone else at least knew they were in Spain.
The Aussie guy once again attempted to enlighten me. He told me how there were two lads from Liverpool in the same situation who are leaving their bags in the hostel while they head off on a pub crawl for the night...sounded like a good plan for me. Go out all night and avoid the need of sleeping anyway.
For the next two nights thats how it went. Each night would would head off on the organised pub crawl and see the city and then each morning we would attempt to survive whilst napping on a park bench. Its not a bad life, it was cheap at least.