Day 6 - Don't make me do my washing again

Got up early and cooked bacon and sausage sandwiches.
The wind was blowing hard and the seeds were covering everything. We set out for Barcelona as Glenn wanted to see it, I however had reservations and would rather give it a wide berth.
It took ages to get down the coast and the closer we got to Barcelona, the darker the clouds got and the worse the traffic got.
drove through and got lost in Barcelona for quite a while. "Pompey, but with more traffic lights" was Glenda's very accurate description. He originally wanted to stop outside and then journey back into the centre of the city. "Poke it up your arse" is all he had to say when I reminded him.
A big arsed prostitute in a thong and fishnets walking along the road was the only memorable moment from that bit of the journey, considering we both had been without female company.......me for 3 weeks, him for a week...................
nah, we didn't stop. Good job I was in lead.
So we found a campsite, there were lots which wouldn't let you tie ropes between trees, so they were out.
I swerved off the road into 'Camping Francas', Glenn nearly didn't make it as a lorry nearly took him out.
Got set up, Hammocked and Tarped. Then as I was cooking dinner, a guy in the caravan next door came out of his van, shouted at the floor, and promptly chucked his guts in a most spectacular fashion.
A sound similar to a fat man shouting 'aaaarrrrrr' at the same time a cement mixer full of porridge emptied its load from 20 feet in the air.
Suddenly my dinner was less appealing,the eggy bread I was making looked like what I thought matey was hoying up and Glenn was physically pressing his hand on his mouth to keep quiet,as he was in hysterics.
I think I came close to pissing myself at that point.
Luckily matey next door didn't hear us and proceeded to shovel it up.
My dinner was lovely.

Glenn washed his stuff, but when he was finishing up, an old toothless woman thought he was struggling with the machine and promptly showed him how to use it.But they could not understand each other. Fearing he would have to wash his stuff again, he managed to get away. I don't know what he did, but she has probably just got the cable ties off her wrists and ankles.

Spent the evening in the Bar and got twatted watching Barcelona play Munich, in a Barcelona bar. You can imagine it was a bit heated.
They still smoke in bars there, jees it was smokey
We didn't start the 6 euro bottle of Jamesons that I got.