Largos... Part One

Ugh... This is going to be a big post. Just a warning.

Right so first cab off the rank. I am incredibly hungover so if the following doesnt make any sense... screw you.

So we left london at 4 am got to gatwick at 5, spent about an hour cueing (fuck the poms love cues). Flew into faro. Met soph gallop, Jess dunn and dave mayer and settled down on the train to largos.

Largos is this city in the south of portugal with two things going for it, awesome amazing parties.. and fishing. We are here for the parties and our first night did not disappoint! We got to our hostel, The Rising Cock. And no i am not shitting you. Its actually called the Rising Cock... you can buy t shirts and shit. Anyway, we got there and the guy who owned it was like "Wow there are a lot of you... how about we put you up in teh apartment?" so we have this sweet arse apartment in the main part of largos, with its own balcony and shit FOR NO EXTRA COST... can i get a hell yeah?!!

So here we are, in our own self contained apartment, a group of ten aussies, drinking half litre cans of portugese beer for less than a dollar a pop and surrounded by bars. Now I would like to say exactly what happened last night but to be honest I just dont know. I passed out at the first bar, jake woke up with shaving cream on his face, covered in spew on the couch next to his bed. Zotti didnt have the key to the apartment so he scaled a two storey roof and got in through the balcony. At Least 5 people spewed off the balcony into teh street and have spent the last two hours cleaning both the outside of our apartment and the road so the locals dont start trying to kill us for being the rowdy aussie barstards that we are.

It. Was. Fierce.

So today, we are going to go hang out on the beach. Chillax. Maybe have a burger and play some pool. But once the night hits... i have no doubt we will be back on it.

I freaking love Largos. It is awesome.

Much love people!

Pat