I left Kellie, who wanted to spend an extra night in San Sebastian, and jumped on my train. Despite the comfort of the roomy tran and being very tired due to a late night out in San Sebastian, I couldn’t sleep much. Nonetheless I enjoyed a glass of wine and put my makeup on and… Read More Barcelona, Spain
I arrived outside Olga’s Place in San Sebastian, which was an easy 12 minute walk from the train station. However, the address I was looking for appeared closed up, and I only had 4% of battery left on my iPhone. I feared being stuck at 9:30pm at night in a strange city with no accommodation… Read More San Sebastian, Spain
Kellie and I got up early and took an hour and 30 euro (maybe a bit more with luggage) plane to Madrid following breakfast in the airport – mine was a ham and cheese tosta that was not quite as delicious but probably slightly healthier (less oily) than the one I had had the previous… Read More Madrid No. 2 and Toledo, Spain
After a pleasant four hour bus ride Kellie and I arrived easily at our hostel, the sister hostel of the one at which we had stayed in Lagos. We had made the booking only that day, but someone had forgotten to correct the vacancy figures on Hostelbookers, to the effect that the hostel had actually… Read More Lisbon, Portugal
Kellie’s and my three nights and 2.5 days in Lagos, Portugal were a time to chill out and not do much to recharge in between all the hectic sightseeing. Upon arrival we were amused that there were only three others staying at the hostel, when it is apparently absolutely crazy in high season. Nonetheless the… Read More Lagos, Portugal
Upon arrival in Seville I knew it was the last day of the feria, or the big April festival which sees all of Seville spend an entire week eating and drinking in casas, or family owned tent-ish restaurant-ish things where there is tapas, drink and people performing flamenco or similar.
I took the morning train to Granada and found these four hours much more pleasant and easy than plane: my window seat was much roomier and I was able to stow my large suitcase without too much trouble – the same could not be said for those who boarded at later stops.
After a long painful flight via Moscow from Hanoi (I suppose it wasn’t that bad and I saw three good movies: I was just expecting to be able to sleep but in small seats and on a narrow aisle I did precious little), I could not be bothered taking three metro changes to the hostel… Read More Madrid, Spain