The HusBus Adventures Part 3 - Lost in BCN

Just 4 Days after leaving the Uk, I had lost my van in Barcelona!

Here hussy bussy, come out, come out wherever you are!

I could only find the situation funny. I had no clue from where I had driven because I was mainly looking at the GPS and in the mirrors whilst driving to the city from the van. I even had no clue of the name of the Irish pub I was at the day before which would have gave me some kind of clue as to what direction I had parked up at.

Things could have been worse though of course. Luckily Ryan had offered me to stay at the Gspot until I had found my van. On the day of the GPS breaking, I had still a fair bit of petrol in the bike , so of course I started to just drive around looking for any kind of clue that I had remembered seeing which might lead me to the van. Ridiculous situation to be in really, imagine (for example) if you take a month off to go travel in a van , and then you lost the van within half a week.. haha that would put anybody off living in a van (well most anyway!)

Shit, Barcelona is big and crazy, the whole day slowly driving whilst looking left and right down side roads and pissing the drivers off behind. Man it was really kind of stupid to just go searching an 8mile radius around , but really I saw no other way to find it. It was already such fun to have to look for the van,it was the first time i had really been to Spain, especially Barcelona- so much for relaxing up a mountain somewhere for a while alone!

Soon I had to go back to the Gspot and call it a day. I had only been doing a big loop of the area around plaza real to see if I could recognize anything that could help and had used up the last of the petrol, and now had no money atall.  

Heres Ryan, before I forget to introduce him! When I got back the others were all going to a bar where they all worked so I went with them and met lots of others who for different random reasons, were stranded in Barcelona.They made me feel really welcome and were very sympothetic to my situation and everyone was happy that I would stay until I found it again. They all worked at the bar we went to, it was small, and it was also closed when we got there with the door locked. The door opened and the thin bar was just packed of very wasted people. One person who I met, a guy called Larry, he was a right character and very extrovert and apparently always wasted on something. Unknowingly at this time, we would have a funny interaction a couple of years later also in Barcelona. I decided to head back to the Gspot, very tired from all the action and city smoke, plus who wants to sit in a bar if you have no money? (that said from a mans perspective ;) )

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I had one of the bunk-beds now next to a snoring Australian woman, she was already sleeping the whole day because she had partied hard and was recovering since I had go there- infact she hadnt once got up in all the I had been there.
I was so tired, I didnt have anything really with me it was all in the van but just slept like a log on the mattress.
I could atleast sleep well knowing I had parked it in a quiet place and that the bike wasnt just sitting on the back easily to go missing in one of the nights.

Tomorrow would be a day of trying to sell the Marlboros for petrol money to go search for the van again!
No rush though hey!