The first thing to realise is that the coach journey there and back was 26 hours each way. I tried to bring a Literature book to read for my course but probably read about 30 pages over the whole holiday. Instead the time was killed through random conversation, meeting people on the coach and sleeping on the floor in the aisle. Films were also put on, and on the way back we managed to get through Rocky 1-4 - to the joy of some of the girls!
I was the only kickboxer to go on tour and so I was put in the cheerleaders' list. This meant not only was the only guy I knew on my coach but that my hoodie and polo shirt had a pink female cheerleader logo on the back. Luckily I got to know the basketballers who also came on our coach.
We arrived after other coaches, but left before, as we had to pick up Bucks Uni women's football, and once in Spain it was such a relief to be able get into my room.
After a bit of dispute between some of the girls (they were fighting over who could share a room with me of course...) I ended up bunking with Christina, Seren, Dolly, Ruby and Angelina (who arrived on the plane after us).
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The first night was UV themed and after getting dressed up we headed to Charlie Chaplin's - a bar round the corner from our hotel. Charlie Sheen was the drink of the night (a mix of vodka, whiskey, rum and everything else). We ended up spending most of the night there and in another bar nearby.
The night ended reasonably early because people were tired from the journey. But back in the hotel I ran into Carly and Darryl. Conversation turned to Darryl's need for a haircut, and the next thing you know Carly is using kitchen scissors to "neaten up" the back. TOO FUNNY.
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The next morning everyone had to wake up to compete for their sports - except me. So I had a beautiful lay-in, attempted some sunbathing and generally did nothing until the others got back. That night it was Caveman theme - my favourite. For the second night in a row I didn't make it to a club, just stayed in nearby bars, one of which served "buckets" of alcohol (as seen in the guys hand in the back of the picture below).
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The third night was Where's Wally theme, and it was a lot more dramatic. With the rest of the basketballers, I headed to get the shuttle bus to Pacha - a nightclub on the other side of Salou. However this was what EVERYONE in Salou was doing and so it was a melee of people trying to squeeze onto these buses. Naturally a a guy from Westminster Uni started a fight with one of the ballers, but half of the squad was stuck on the bus at the time. Police got involved and freely hit people with their batons. The crowd became a whirlpool of violence and eventually we were all told to get off the bus and go back home.
We soon returned to the bus stop to explain the situation and one of the workers that saw it all helped us out and got us to Pacha. Once there the other university was waiting for us to settle things. Surprisingly things did get settled and it ended with a joke. We then went inside the spainish nightclub.
Wow.
The club was a village surrounded by a wall. At the centre stood a giant central "trunk" that held the massive venue. Around the central club was miniature bars and pools with bridges to cross in order for you to sit down or buy a drink. It was unlike any club I had seen before. The venue was amazing, but the night wasn't too special.
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Throughout the week trips to the beach were daily, and although there was a swimming pool in our hotel, it was way to cold to get in. Whilst on the beach I attempted Lacrosse with Martyn - who was also representing his sport on his own, sunbathed briefly and even attempted cheerleading...
I wasn't the best.
The last night out was Tour-Top night, so teams either put on the yellow "I Love Tour" tops or their team tour tops. I took it upon myself to write on the back of all the guys tour tops and after spending valuable drinking time being artistic, I decided to "catch up". This was a potential mistake.
We headed to Charlie Chaplin's again and pretty quickly I ended up swapping t-shirts with a girl that had cut hers up to reveal more skin - stupidly. So my top went from this...
to a piece of yellow dental floss...
This wasn't helped by a guy trying to start a fight with me, and ripping the top further.
It started because girls and boys ended up sharing toilets due to the massive queues for the girls. One particular girl was unlucky enough to be spat on whilst waiting and I, in my drunken state, challenge the spitter: "That's disgusting what's wrong with you!". The guy responded by throwing a punch my way over a wall of his friends. The next thing I know I was escorted out by everyone in the vaccinity and told to wait outside. The ballers came up to me asking what happened and where the guy was but I didn't know what he looked like.
Over the banister to the club a second punch came my way, as one guy tried to calm me down. At this I ran back in the club but lost the punch-and-run guy. Later on in the evening he approached me with the same friend and apologised, but as soon as I spoke to ask (calmly) "why?", he ran off.
The rest of the night was a bit like the film the Hangover. I remember nothing. I had fallen asleep in just my shorts at the doorway to my room, was told I had done a number of things I couldn't remember, and worst of all had lost the key (an object that symbolised Doug from the film). This was particularly disturbing because I never usually lose my memory!
After a lot of detective work it turned out the key was found on the street outside the hotel (despite me having opened the door to get into the flat before I conked out) - a mystery. But everything was solved in the end and we all headed home.
My memory is still incomplete.
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