Valencia!

So the mission here was to partake in an epic Tomato fight and smash young Graham/Baker/Dainty at all costs in the small town of Bunyola just out of Valencia.

It started with a leisurely stroll and quiet night out in the old town of Valencia and escalated from there. The following day we moved hotels and had a slightly bigger night out followed by a recovery on the rooftop pool. Then the first of the big events the water and wine festival. This is held out of Valencia in another small Spanish town. It is the opening night of a fiesta that lasts a week. We started by scoring some scalper tickets into the bull ring where bout 8 bands are around the stadium and basically have a bandoff for about 2hrs. This is all happening while local punters decide to chance their arm at a bit of bullfighting otherwise known as running away from 500kg of pissed off meat charging straight for you! I may or may not have had a whirl but don’t tell Joce she will confiscate my passport when I return to NZ. After the antics in the ring everyone marched down the streets behind the bands getting ice cold water poured from the balconies on them, to the square where trucks full of red wine are distributed for, Drinking/throwing at others – Brilliant.

On to the main event the next morning. The Tomato fight was a little bit of madness started by some amigo who managed to get to the top of a greased pole and claim the ham, which means the fight is to begin. Followed by literally truckloads of tomatoes in the main street to destroy the other fighters with J. After it all you attempt to remove the smell and tomato seeds, wash tomato acid out of your eyes, throw away shoes and items of clothing that will never be recovered. All and all a good old day topped off with a night out, two thumbs up.

Spent the rest of the week chilling in Valencia, and then a few days in Barcelona before I was off to Sardinia.