my mates stag in barcelona, theres a club down near the waters edge, at about 6am when we left i thought it would be a good idea to jump in the harbour, only after i jumped did i realise it was filled with dead fish and smelt like a swamp, and i cut my leg on the wood getting out, then realised it was about 12 ft to the pavement and i couldnt reach, so had to jump back in the stinking water and swim to the beach, not nice but my mates were creased, swimming through dead fish and my own vomit.
weirdly enough it was the only walk up the road where the prostitutes DIDNT harrass me, lol
theres still one night where me and my mate woke up in a house in gateshead, about 10 mile from where we were drinking, neither of us know how we got there even to this day!