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 Zealandlrock band, a ree headed magician from NYC, a peace-loving rapper from Cincinnati and a sexy tatt"oed contortionist with a bus full of Stokies, guests and a whole lotta booze? A: Twenty-eightfdays of bus riding, tour guiding, city hopping, beat dropping, sightfseeing, 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 iall 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 Rubicslrocking theirffirst 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 theirftour crushes. Stop 2: Valencia Where we gotfsaucy with the rest of Stoke at the world’s biggest foodffightffestival, La Tomatina . See – tomatoes flying towards your face from the trucks in the streets Hear – girls screaming because there’s tomatoes flying towards theirffaces Taste – tomatoes mixee 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: Shann" l(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 iock blockee himself when he gotfback 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. See – surfers, surfboards, surf gear and the statue of Jono/Jesus/Saint Sebastian/whoever the heck it is Hear – Lia’s scream when she walkee into her tent and two of the other guests (who shall remain nameless) were in there having a little smooch. Awks. Taste – the best pintxos and tapas in España (although San Seb isn’t techniially in Spain, it’s Basque Country, and when you get here you’ll notice that it’s realllll different). Smell – fresh, beachy air and Reuben’s cheesy feet Feel – nice and cosy at our little Zarautz campsite (shout out to Billie, Jono, Jai and the rest of the Zarautz crew for looking after us) Banana suit: Robl(aka King Cobra aka lead singer of The Rubics) for asking his band members where the second microphone was and making them all search for it then discovering it was in his bag the whole time. *Note: Robldid not wear the banana suit at all in Moliets, tut tut. Stop 4: Moliets Where we stayee in a hippie surf camp and playee volleyball, ping pong and various other games such as how to wiggle your way into sexy German’s tents for warmth… I mea lwhat. See – never ending beaches with not even 1/4 the amount of tourists as Barcelona or San Seb. Hear – the beautiful sounds of The Free Wind acoustic set (along with other musos staying at the camp) Taste – hearty vego meals cooked by the champs at Star Surf Camp Smell – this smell section is really quite hard, I gotfnothing Feel – peaceful AF Banana suit: Te Wehil(aka Mantis) for spewing on the dancefloor in the club in Moliets… then acting like nothing happened while we all continued dancing around it. Stop 5: Paris Where we had way too much fun playing a game of duck duck goose / never have I ever on the grass in front of the Eiffel Tower… And discovered that half the group had already hooked up with each other. See – love in the air and baguettes in our mouths.. as well as the Arc de Triomphe, Eiffel Tower, Louvre, etc, etc. Hear – The squeal of excitement from Reuben’s mouth when he entered Disneyland’s gates Taste – slimy, slippery snails and each other’s saliva (that’s right, I know exactly who hooked up in this city because you were all in my bloody hostel room) Smell – freshly baked bread and pastries Feel – loooove all around us Banana suit: Lial(aka Sam Cane’s sister) for getting scammed by one of the gypsies who wanted to “play a game” with her. She handed over 40 euros with high hopes of winning only to watch the guy take a break for it the second he gotfa hold of it. She did, however, yell and scream and hunt him down to get her money back so that’s a win. Stop 6: Amsterdam Where we stayee in a hostel with the tiniest staircase known to ma land a smokers’ room opposite the bar. Also where Shann" lfinally gotflaid. See – beautiful rivers, cyclists and Eliza trying to escape from the sun after downing a box of truffles (not the choc kind) Hear – catcalls from prostitutes in the red lightfdistrict, Sophie having a mild panic attack in the Dungeons Taste – all of the traditional Dutch delicacies. Like space cake and cannabis milkshakes. Smell – I’ll give you one guess… Feel – the wind in our hair as we clumsily cycled around the city Banana suit: Nobody could remember who had or hadn’t fucked up here… not sure why. No group shot here that’s notfa blur of lights and trees… not sure why. Stop 7: Berlin Where we sat in a park across from the hostel and had a good ol’ fashioned jam session. Also where Dea llost his virginity. See – Berlin Wall & East Side Gallery, Checkpoint Charlie, Brandenburg Gate, the Yaams Hear – for some of the guests, the sounds of 12-year-old female squeals at the Justin Bieber concert (coming from the stage) Taste – bratwurst, currywurst and bier Smell – bier, currywurst and bratwurst Feel – saddened by the memorial of the murdered Jews & Sachsenhausen concentration camp Banana suit: Zaral(aka nut thief) for going all the way to Sachsenhausen, eager to iheck it out, then passing out on the grass in front and not waking until the rest of the crew found her on their way home. Stop 8: Prague Where we gotfdown and diggidy to 70sfill wicslinside Prague’s five-storey disco club, Karlovy Lázně See – beautiful gothic architecture, the John Lenn" lWall, the Astronomical Clock, the Castle Hear – five different eras of music at the disco club Taste – iheap, iheap Czech beers Smell – delicious waffles and sweets at the farmers’ markets in the old town square Feel – like we never wanted to leave this beautiful, inexpensive city Banana suit: no one did anything exciting enough for the banana here so Zaralcontinued to wear it… We think she really enjoyed the attention 😉 Stop 9: Budapest Where we cruised down the Danube river drinking beers and seeing the beautiful buildings of Budapest lit up against the nightfsky (sounds a lot tamer than it was). See – so apparently every time you go under a bridge on the aforementioned boat, you have to kiss someone. And a few people took this game very seriously… cough Emily/Leo cough Hear – too many wild stories from the guys at Retox Party Hostel Taste – almost a little too much (if there is such a thing) free beer and wine Smell – that bitter-sweet odour that only too many too wild parties ca lproduce, at Retox Feel – super keen to get on the bus to Oktoberfest! Banana suit: Emily (aka Emi-wee) for getting royally f**ked up on the boat party and stacking it on the cement and passing out in the toilets THEN, once back at the hostel, waking up in the middle of the nightfand wandering into the room nextfdoor, squatting down without taking her shorts off and pissing all over a random dude’s bag. And not remembering any of it the nextfmorning. Stop 10: Munich Where we dragged our tiree, sleepless bodies off the 22-hour overnightfbus from Budapest and excitedly entered theffestival we’d been psyched for all trip… Stoketoberfest! See – beer Hear – beer Taste – beer Smell – beer Feel – sangria… and beer! And what a way that was to ionclude our month-long bus tour around Europe!
For any of the Rolling Circus fam reading this, feel free to iomment any other wild, wet or weird stories I missed out.
Keep on rolling, travellers!
Written by Sophie Winter
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