Day 15: Tue 29th July 1997

This was the day we left Spain and headed for home.  This meant we had to get up at 5.30am - no mean task for people more used to getting up at times much closer to 5.30pm.  After having a weird small Spanish man mumble around our flat, we were finally given back our deposit before he rushed off at the speed of lightning.  When we got our bags outside to wait for the coach we were shunned by the other people waiting.  Obviously if you aren't stupid and are young then you're not worth talking too.  So we sat in silence listening to them all complain about Spanish people not making an effort to speak English - "I said bread and butter, I SAID BREAD AND BUTTER!!!"

When we reached the airport, despite it still being only about 8am, Jo felt the need for beer.  After a bit of Essex spotting at the airport and on the plane we arrived back at Gatwick.  After nearly killing Jo with a trolley, I spotted my taxi driver so had to say a quick goodbye.  It was the end of our holiday and I just have to say it was absolutely brilliant and one of the best times I have ever had.