From San Sebastian, Liv, Leon, Woods and Charlie took the train to Valencia to prepare for La Tomatina.
Due to late booking we sadly missed out on any available hostels and unfortunately had to stay in a hotel with not only a pool, free buffet breakfast and our own tennis court sized balcony but also our own kitchen, two bedrooms a sitting room and yes count them - TWO bathrooms. We were very sad indeed.
We had heard that la tomatina could get a bit rough so on the day we all donned our white shirts and strapped our shoes to our feet and headed off at 6am to get there early enough for a good spot.
Little did we realise that getting the good spot would soon be Woody and Charlie´s downfall. despite warnings we were not prepared for the mayhem that was la tomatina. After about 10 minutes of fun waterfights and throwing the odd tomato, the local boys got a little out of control, and after half an hour of pushing and struggling to get out, woods and charlie emerged, clothes and ego´s torn to shreds, tomato´d and limping went directly to the nearest bar, got 2 giant beers and collapsed.
Meanwhile Leon and Liv clutched to eachother to survive and watched the tomato trucks roll by as they were waterlogged by the firehoses just above them.
After spending the rest of the day at the pool recovering, the next day they all set out to see Valencia, which turned out to consist of a search of the Holy Grail (and not a whole lot else). The Holy Grail was made of amber and gold but as we all know who have seen Indiana Jones it clearly wasn´t the humble wooden chalice, shame catholic church shame, you have chosen incorectly...