Eurotrip 2004 Comes to a Close

Trip Start Jun 26, 2004
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Trip End Jan 2005


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Saturday, August 28, 2004

This morning Mike got up at 5 am to catch his plane. I went with him, even though I was tired as hell. I brought "Baxter" along too. "Baxter" is the name of this soup that this girl gave Mike to help him get over his sickness. Baxter just happens to be Justen's last name, so, for a day or so, it was our proxy Justen. I must have looked ridiculous carrying around that soup all over the airport this morning.
Oh yeah, Mike has been layed up in bed for the last two days, suffering again from his tonsilitis. Once again walking around like a zombie, using hand gestures to communicate and spitting up wads of mucus. Lovely. So yesterday I took him to the hospital and Mike got some more antibiotics. He popped some pills, took some pain relievers and said, "let's party tonight!"
So we did, we went to Fabric, this huge techno club. When we got near to it we saw so many people hanging out on the streets, and they were all headed to Fabric. There was a line and it took us maybe 45 minutes to get in. Inside it was huge, with many dance floors and wall-to-wall people. The techno beat eventually did a number on my eardrums, I could feel the cells in my ear dying, it was so loud.
Anyways, here I am, on a grey day in London, writing this last entry in my travelogue. I look back on all the other entries I've wrote and realize that some of them were good, some of them were bad, but each one told the incredible story of this trip.
We've done almost everything you could think of. We wore speedos to go swimming in Paris, surfed in San Sebastian, got lost (well I got lost) in the massive fiesta of San Fermines in Pamplona, partyed until dawn (literally) for 6 days straight in Barcelona, got kicked out of a hostel in Florence, ran in Naples, piloted the Booze Cruise boat (well, Justen did) in Corfu, went to a Russian club in Munich, won a ton of Crowns at a casino in Prague, and watched clandestined fire jugglers (a few days ago we met some guys who took us to a courtyard where their friends were doing fire juggling) in London.
Along the way we have met many people, my favorite clubbing French girl in Paris, two layed back American expatriates who ran their own little hostel in San Sebastian, French girls on vacation in Nice, a Canadian who led us to the Pink Palace, a helpless West Pointer, a shady Estonian from out of the night, a man we call Lui, the policeman with that pop song on his cell phone, Justen's 13-year-old friend, Denzel Washington, the two dudes from our home state Maryland, Dr. George, the horse tranquilizer guy, and, and, so many more, it's impossible to name them all.
So, after all my ramblings, I finally come to the end. All I can say is, this was a great trip and I'll see all of you when I get back to the States or, if you come visit me in London. See ya!

Robert Nathaniel Hubbard III
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