Cowboys and Catalans

<I>By the time the train pulled into Edinburgh it was well past sunset. I left the train station and walked down the Royal Mile with my pack on my back en route to my hostel. As I stopped at an intersection to make sense of my map a limousine pulled up next to me. The back window rolled down revealing an attractive blonde of about thirty wearing a black party dress and holding a thin champagne flute.</p><p>'I love your rucksack darling she called out in a posh English accent. 'Very rugged. Grrr! </I></p><p>Halfway through his twenties and desperate for excitement in his life Charles Sizemore leaves Texas for London. Though studying is his stated purpose the caf��s pubs and European women quickly prove to be a welcome distraction.</p><p>Join Sizemore as he discovers his roots in Wales enjoys a bottle of Jack Daniels with a Swiss lawyer and sleeps on a Pamplona park bench - all in a pair of well-worn cowboy boots.