Salou, Salou...where are you?

After a two and a half hour bus ride which normally takes one hour, we arrived in Tarragona on the coast. We guessed that Tarragona would probably not be a good spot to sleep on the beach as it´s quite a big city and we would most likely get caught. With this in mind we jumped on a city bus and headed out of Tarragona. After 15 minutes the bus stopped in a city known as Salou. We got of the bus and were stoked to see nice quiet calm streets of a little coastal city. We rounded the corner and were met with tourists as far as the eye could see and neons. Holy crap! Turns out Salou is the holiday destination of other Europeans. We headed to the beach and decided to hoof it out of the city following the shore. After 8km of carrying packs we gave up walking and did some karaoke in a beachfront bar. We then crashed on the beach as men with John Deere tractors circled us smoothing the sand for tomorrow. As these men circled with their disapproving looks we eventually lost consciousness and fell asleep to the sound of waves and tractor engines.