A rebel without a clue.

Final whole day of this mixed up two weeks in France and Spain. It's too damn hot for September/October. Spain is becoming more and more impossible to cope with, personally, as overheating isn't the ideal condition for an Englishman who considers 20°C perfect - especially when the bag I am carrying is 11.5kg too heavy! And in the last two days I've heard numerous complaints from locals who are also infuriated by non stop baking sun. The final morning is tomorrow, but this morning I walked back the way I went yesterday, along the coastline from the campsite (Trillas, Tamarit €33 for a cabin), to return to Tarragona to give it a second chance. On Wednesday I had one too many Vermuts, wines and beers and then slept, fitfully, in a busy, overheating cramped hostel (Hotel Tarragona €18 dorm/€45 private). With a heavy heart I have decided to give backpackers a final goodbye as I have developed a real hatred of these establishments which are aimed at the ...

After my first nights sleep, when I was woken up without any bed clothes, I stepped out to fix my trip to Piran. Buon giorno: sorted €5:40c, and now I am officially in an Illy caffé house in central Trieste. I have taken a photo of James Joyce walking over a bridge on the grande canal (well a bronze!) First ever Italiano cappuccino. I notice that the modern Italians are coffee crazy! Last night I ate some awesome cheese and pancetta. Pancetta del calabrasi and a matured local cheese. Some bread a few glasses of Merlot and Aperol Spritz aperitivo. Some thing like a Friulian tapas style food along the way. Then bed. I was aware that they all talk so much. From that chattering mouth what must they be talking about. A commanding style of pristine hair and immaculate clothes here, but it's atypically Italian I feel. I will myself to walking up to Castello; it is very windy day today; dusty too. I am less uncertain today than I was yesterday. Will I camp in Piran? Plans? 5 days t...

28/01 Went to Meet the B'ageists 1300, to pick up that IT textbook from 1976. I will pull it to pieces and use it...thank you Susan , not woolbridge, but Wooldridge? This book is actually part of a series. Just like the dogshit up Roman pooh alley. I needed to be eagle eyed, I am action man circa 1972...What is a dridge? is it a ridge and a dredge or is it d'ridge - look at that d'ridge man! How about a d'ri-dge-man - prior to cro-magnon! http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dridge Alexis said meet the Beigeists. I like that! I think we have Alpha B'ageists and Beta B'ageists. Alpha's work in the shop for an hour a week and Beta's come in to talk for an hour a week. One has 2inch long grey hairs all over her muzzle! I wonder if she stopped owning a mirror when her husband died in 1982? or maybe it helps keep her warm? Maybe she is really a he! I noticed our Romantic park is being landscaped by the local council dudes init. Soon the bump...