The Five Senses of the Rolling Circus
A sneak peak into each stop on Stoke Travel’s European Bus Tour ‘The Rolling Circus’
Q: What do you get when you mix a New Zealand rock band, a red headed magician from NYC, a peace-loving rapper from Cincinnati and a sexy tattooed contortionist with a bus full of Stokies, guests and a whole lotta booze?
A: Twenty-eight days of bus riding, tour guiding, city hopping, beat dropping, sight seeing, Emily weeing (soz Em, I had to), cuddle puddling, drug smuggling (just kidding…), bike hiring, foreigner-admiring, sickness battling, bunk-bed rattling… Okay I think you get the gist. If not, keep reading because I’m about to take you on the wild, wet and weird journey we at Stoke like to call The Rolling Circus.
Oh the places we did go…
Stop 1: Barcelona
Where the Stokies, guests and performers all came together like one big, infectious disease.
See – Gaudi’s beautifully diverse architecture, the madness of Las Ramblas, La Boqueria Markets
Hear – “beer-cerveza-agua-water-beer”, The Rubics rocking their first on-tour gig at City Hall
Taste – leche (Panther’s milk) and sidra from our mates at Leche de Pantera
Smell – either the waft of delicious chocolate crepes or piss in the streets, it’s one or the other in ol’ Barca
Feel – rearing and ready to kick off the tour around Europe!
Banana suit: unfortunately for el panana (given to those who f**k up in each city), nobody did anything ridiculous in Barcelona… Must have been too busy getting to know each other and choosing their tour crushes.
Stop 2: Valencia
Where we got saucy with the rest of Stoke at the world’s biggest food fight festival, La Tomatina.
See – tomatoes flying towards your face from the trucks in the streets
Hear – girls screaming because there’s tomatoes flying towards their faces
Taste – tomatoes mixed with all sorts of other juices and bodily fluids, mmhmm
Smell – tomatoes… Seriously the stuff manages to get into every crevice, including up the schnozza
Feel – random people’s boobs and butts as we all squished together in the streets (see pic below)
Banana suit: Shannon (aka Franklin) for taking the wrong bus home from the La Tom after-party and ending up a $100 taxi ride away from the campsite… One too many Bloody Marys we think.
*Edit: he also cock blocked himself when he got back to the campsite as there was a girl in his tent who he’d been making out with earlier but because he didn’t remember that he slept on the ground well away from her… how considerate.
Stop 3: San Sebastian
Where we washed the sauce and sins away in the beautiful oceans of San Seb.