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... owner turned up.
He turned up half an hour later, as he said he would, and let us into the apartment complex and we ‘checked in’. It’s a cute place, 2x bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and lounge room, however there was no view. We were right on the beach and couldn’t even see it, the apartment was surrounded by other building blocks, so you couldn’t even see what the weather was doing, such a shame! Oh well, ...
... we hadn’t had time to eat just yet.
It’s a long drive and we arrive into Zaragoza around 7pm-ish. We dump our bags into our hotel rooms and head straight out for dinner. We have a light dinner and then decide to walk around town and we discover this huge palace/church that was out of this world. It didn’t take us long to admire Spain and realise how much of an Infant Australia is in comparison to this place. The streets are lined ...
... were in Toledo because during his time, King Phillip II hated El Greco, and did not hire him to work on El Escorial, the largest volume of commissions at the time in Madrid. 250 years later people love El Greco, but in his own time he was considered unskilled and distasteful by many. Our tour ended around 2pm, and then we had a little free time to eat and explore the city. Toledo is a very small town, so that was plenty of time. I ate a typical tapa, called Bomba. It is a lightly ...
... Estonia was my favourite, as I had to take my Russian kids round the other two countries.
He saw my crash helmet and said he would open the gate for me to get my bike in, that was good for me, but not all the people sitting outside that had to move for me to get up the alley.
Washed all my gear, had a beer, watched a great live band, and no one else checked in so i had a ...
... The ridiculous way I got to Europe in the first place, is a story all its own that is only in competition with how I got to Morocco. Just know that it took nearly 30 hours and was baffling in it's absurdity at times, but not as much as the rest of my life seemingly.
Either way I made it to Oslo fine, and made my first group of hostel friends, the only one of which I actually consider a person I will remember is Davi. I got to Oslo much later than expected and passed out for most of ...