Day 5 : Rain rain rain...sun! Farewell Spain

Our last and final day. Some couldn't wait to go home others were dreading it. I wasn't fussed. I was woken up at 6:30a.m.!!!!!!!! by Jon and Jeeves i think. Jon wanted to get back to our rooms before the teachers started waking us up. He had about 2 hours sleep at the foot of someones bed and looked knackered.

I saw them at the door and realised it wasn't the wake up call. So went back to sleep, only to be woken up 30 mins later by the damn fone ringin. James gave me the fone so i could listen to the crappy music they were playing to wake us up. It stopped. I hung up. Went back to sleep. 40 mins later ms romeros at the door telling everyone to go 2 breakfast, and there i was asleep. I woke up (god knows how) and she was like "why aren't you ready?" and i replied "Oh don't worry about me i take 10 mins to get ready" { I made it 2 breakfast just in time ;) }

When we were eatin breakfast the buff spanish girl from the beach. She was with her parents and her brother and in a room full of guys. (what a lucky gal she was) Everyone went to get their buffet breakfast and on the journey back to their seat would stare at the girl. Her dad was getting kinda worried and started staring at anyone who dared look at his daughter. According to kitch he stared at her dad first (gay boy) until he looked away and then he looked at the girl.

After breakfast the girl and her family went out, so everyone forgot about her and we loaded the coach with out suitcases and we were off to "el corte ingles" (i have a pic of the really buff gal they had in the advert for that place and will post it up soon). There weren't a lot to do there other than get lost, which me, james, and andrew soon found out. We were going down to the car park to see how far down the place went and suddenly found ourselves across the road. Was soooo funny. We soon managed to find our way back. There weren't any good looking gals, but james had his heart set on buying a moped but was 1000 euros short. Lol. I'm surprised no1 noticed the guns they had on sale.

We left el corte ingles and went back to the plaza de euopa or smk like that. There were loadsa nice girls there on saturday,but none today. There were some english girls that were apparently stalkin mackie n kitch, but they ran away. (better luck next time guys). Anyway we did manage to get a 2 euro ice cream for 65 cents! What a kind shop lady she was. (we musta seemed like right tramps tho). After nearly breaking the cow we got back on the coach and went to the airport. Nothin' interestin happened here. We jus got on the plane and flew back home, although the plane did sound really dodgy when reversing.

We landed (safely) at about 5 to 10 local time at London Gatwick. Everything was going well and we were on schedule to get home by midnight. Trust Francis to be the one to delay us all. According to Kitch he's safe n all but he's the dopiest F*ck he's ever met. Alex got on the plane and put his passport in the lil pouch on the back of the seat in front of him. He did the same thing on the flight out to spain. Luckily on the flight out he was sittin next 2 me and i grabbed his passport 4 him. But this time he wasnt so lucky. We were in the Gatwick terminal, approaching Passport control when francis comes up 2 me and goes "Chirag, you got my passport" then i went "Urm... no i don't....you have it....you needed it to get on the plane so why would i have it?". Francis then searched his pockets and it clicked like a light bulb inside my head. "You didn't leave it on the plane again did you?" Francis looked so screwed up and he whispered "I think i did". He turned around and told Mrs Jordan. She was well angry. Everyone else made it through passport control and surprisingly so did Francis. Everyone collected their baggage as Francis and Mrs Jordan went off to find and collect his passport.

We were waiting outside, for the coach when Francis appeared again. It was around 11 30 pm. We were now running late. After all that hassle we were further delayed when we had to stop at the service station so that "someone" could go to the loo. That was at 12 am ish. We eventually made it to school at about 1 am and that was the end of our holiday.

Whilst on the coach several people did fall asleep. One of these people was sujeeva. He was totally knocked out after getting no sleep the previous night. We did everything we could to wake him up. From balancing bottles to bags on his head, he refused to wake up. We even put all our phones on loud and played them at the same time. That didn't work either. When we got back to school he was still out like a log.

I went home and jumped straight into my bed after getting some good food into my system.

written 25th march