Eurostars Tartessos Huelva

... so it was somewhat touristy, but didn't have all the **** they try to sell to people who aren't from the area. Like Tavira, we just drove through, but it was nice to see.   <br><br>.."'Hey Senorita, that's astute,' I said. Why don't we get together and call ourselves an institute"...<br><br>On leaving Portugal, there are a few things I'd say about it. One, it's beautiful, but rained a bit too much the week we were there. It should have been more considerate ...

... while my weight has almost certainly fallen, although by how much I have no idea (only that I have to go and buy a belt to keep my trousers up and my shirt looks more like a smock!) I had always known that I liked mountains but this trip has given me a chance to see them from a new perspective. And contrary to my children's belief that once you've seen one mountain you've seen them all, I think each is quite unique and beautiful. I love them and on this ...

After a very good night´s sleep and breakfast of toastie, doughnuts, fresh orange juice and coffee served by a young lady with bad attitude, I pushed off west to Huelva. I have not seen the sea since passing through Dieppe way back on the 20th April, so I was looking forward to the day. But in the event it proved to be a horrible ride. The road surface was poor and the traffic very heavy, especially early on. There was no ...

... and flowers we had not seen before. Seville is just 40 miles away, so we had to have a day trip to see it. I am so glad we did. It really is a beautiful city, with the elegance of Paris and the history of Granada. The Moorish influence is still strong, with the Alcazar, or royal palace, not quite as old as the Alhambra but every bit as beautiful The cathedral is immense, the third largest in Europe after St Peters and St ...

ARRIVED from Sevilla i was trying to get to lisbon, portugal but the train line stopped in Huelva. the bus from there to portugal didnt leave for 8 hours (it was a holiday, so everything was closed, i couldnt even find anything to eat except at the bus station and no cars and no map so i wasnt about to hitchhike) not much to do all day other than my usual- skateboard, nap, read, walk around... DEPARTED to somewhere in Portugal

... for now. This past weekend, my host family and I went to Puente Umbril to their beach apartment. Yeah, I am ridiculously lucky. I may have won the host family lottery. I was really nervous before we left. Was there even a beach? Would it be near water? Spanish, for the whole weekend, oh gosh. It was grerat though. This super cute apartment that had a view of the Atlantic from the patio. We brought the two dogs- troqui, and trufa. Trufa means truffle ...

... boot passen. We weten dat de rivier vaak zijn tanden laat zien, dus staan we in hevige tweestrijd tussen een nog goedkopere plek voor de boot en wat extra risico's, wat is wijsheid? Voorlopig schuiven we de beslissing nog even voor ons uit en tuffen met onze rubberboot rond middernacht naar onze boot die verlaten op de rivier ligt. Om 6.45 uur lichten wij 's morgens het anker om met de vloedstroom verder de rivier op te gaan. Het is dan al licht en het ...

Hola desde Huelva, España. I write to you on my palm pilot as I sit on the couch with Yolanda and her 15 year old Daughter Alba. Yolanda watches television Alba chats away on the computer. Not much to report for today. After a long night of working on my Travelblog entries, I woke up at noon and worked on the computer for another hour before Yolanda and Javier woke up. I soon grew sleepy again and slept for another hour and a half before ...

... of "Toilet Paper Roulette" where that player, plays against wieghty odds that there will be toilet paper in the bathroom they have just used. A little known fact about southern Portugal: all males born between 1978 and 1982 are actually clones. They are all aproximately 5´6", 125 pounds of lean muscle, with dark skin, hair and eyes and all wear the government mandated gelled up European mini-mullet and oversized Elvis sunglasses.

... its punters standing around outside a locked door (on a bitter night, albeit under pretty fairy lights) until exactly 8:30pm when the booking was made. This does not, in fact, add to the drama or anticipation, it makes for a milling crowd of cold, disgruntled customers who had better get their bloody money's worth. The unseemly rush for the door was greeted by a swooping cloud of tail-coated, undertaker solemn waiters and Adams Family German maids in clunky shoes ready to ...