It was just soddin typical I had the seat with the broken air blower. Beads of sweat ran down my face as the temperature approached 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside. The smell of body odour had got progressively worse from the moment we departed for the Catalonian capital of Barcelona.
To be honest, I was one of the main culprits; my shirt had stuck to my back and needed constant peeling to allow some air circulation around my body.
Well be stopping in about ten minutes at the Nou Camp. Please be back on the coach no later than 12 oclock, bellowed the drivers voice over the tannoy. All I could think of at this moment was getting off and finding a shady corner with a cool breeze.
As a football fan I found the Nou Camp fascinating. Home of Barcelona Football Club, its a magnificent example of modern stadia, holding over 100,000 supporters when full. The size of the trophy room is testament to their successful history and standing in the European game.
Back on the coach, we headed through town and the myriad of streets lined with tall trees and even taller buildings. Every household name was present and trading with the locals and tourists drawn to this...