The Camp Nou tour consists of the usual attractions of what a football stadium would encompass. I.e. The player's changing room (found a jacuzzi here!), VIP room, press conference room, the grandstand, reporters' area, the tunnel (a.k.a. Tunel de Sortida Al Camp), and of course, the pitch itself (with the phrase "Més que un club" or "More than a club" inscribed on the seats). With a capacity of 98,772, the view into the stadium is magnificent (imagine how electrifying it is for someone to play on the pitch). A chapel is also situated along the tunnel. Incidentally, it's on the side of the stairs where the away team players come out. Maybe it is to provide some peace (before the storm) to the away team before the real thrashing (by the home team) starts!

After spending almost three-quarters of the day in the stadium, I was pretty famished (not had breakfast or lunch) and I decided to step into a Tapas bar. Tapas is actually the collective term for a wide variety of appetizers (e.g. olives, seafood, sausages) that goes with alcoholic drinks (it used to be free for the most basic appetizers). A typical bar in Barcelona would contain a small fridge (beside the bar-top) containing the Tapas. One would just select what he wants to go with his drinks (e.g. draught beer, drink shots or sometimes even coffee). For whatever reasons, there is usually a jackpot machine nearby.

The evening was spent walking around the Port Vell district, an up-market area that is facing the Mediterranean Sea. As it was still drizzling, it was pretty chilly and did not impress me much. Went back to my hostel by walking the entire length of La Rambla. Dinner was instant noodles (was feeling rather stingy and did not want to eat out) and spoke to a South Korean student. This is probably the first time where a hostel (listed in Lonely Planet) that I stayed in had more Asians than Caucasians!

Barcelona was all bright and sunny the next morning. Quickly left hostel and headed to the famous (or what I call) "construction site". Stopped and enjoyed the sunshine at Plaça de Catalunya. Believe it or not, I never loved the sun as much as I ever did that day.