Hotel Husa Princesa Madrid

... provide complimentary beverages and I wasn't going to pay for water on an airplane. I found the biggest bottle of water I could find (not as big as the 1.5 liter bottle I got the other day!) and claimed by baggage. I found the Metro station relatively easily (though I approached it from Terminal 3 somehow - I guess I exited the baggage claim at the very end of Terminal 2?) and purchased a 10 trip ticket, then boarded the train. The Metro is easy to use ...

... more than I would have done if I had learnt I was about to spend three and a half hours in my company. She handed me a little leaflet before I headed towards my hostel. It was then I noticed that the leaflet described the tour guides as Infotaining. Infotaining?. INFO-****ing-taining?. That's not a word, that should be two separate words, informative and entertaining. No one, I repeat no one, who considers themselves (or anything else) Infotaining is worth three and a ...

... down there, so we braved the rain and got soaked and froze. We didn't hear a lot of the tour until the sun came out and then the whole day got better. It was neat, but I have to say Madrid isn't all it's cracked up to be. On the second route, we stopped off at Plaza de Colon to grab our tickets. We found the building but couldn't get in. Apparently we have to pick them up tomorrow and the arena is really far from ...

... San Francisco. Others, a rustic tavern-like setting with wooden ceiling fans. What a delight to get away from the more touristy-area of Plaza del Sol. Cars parked behind the eateries are sandwiched next to each other like sardines. Plenty of locals come to hang out with family and friends while enjoying a sumptuous meal here. Mike and I can't decide where we should eat. Almost every door or window in sight is brimming with laughter and the smell of olive oil, patates bravas ...

... so we went for our first Spanish meal. It was alright, but there was so much food. We got bread, paella, chicken, and just when you think it's over, they bring out dessert. After that, we decided to walk a bit because the rain had let up. But we both got so tired, we headed back to the train. We got the slowest train ride back. I don't know why because the announcements were in Spanish. Dana was practically sleeping on the shoulder of the woman ...

... his mate Miche (also from Sweden but living in Madrid for the second time as well). Accommodation isn't cheap, we found a nice little hostel, but it ended up being a bit too claustrophobic for us and we moved after two nights... Very walk able capital city, pounded the pavement everyday, always the best way to see what's going on and be tempted into a quick tapas fix. In fact in Madrid when one orders a glass of beer (canya) the bartender chooses a plate of ...

... I couldnt have chosen a better place to stop and rest. I ate some chicken nuggets and a nice cold coke then washed up in their quality restrooms. Things were starting to look up for a bit but then I found myself back on the metro enjoying Madrid from beneath. (to be contined, I cant deal with this french keyboard. I'll be at a backpacker hotel tomorrow night so most likely they will have an english keyboard. Ill copy the rest of my journal on to the internet in much less time)

... aunt of Valerie, UTas lab buddy) I´m getting a great insight into the city. Just taking a break before heading back into the amazing Museo de Prado. For now I´ve stopped the city hopping and I´ll be spending about two weeks in Andorra and the south of Spain.

... metro y me apersoné al lugar, para encontrarme con la peculiaridad de que estaba completo y no tomaban reservas. Había que presentarse antes de las 9 de la mañana y ver si había cama. Por suerte en el hostel fueron amables y me dieron un listado de lugares a los que podía concurrir y vía telefónica empecé la búsqueda de lugar.


Eran ya las 4 de la tarde pasadas, estaba agotado del viaje, hacía calor y lo que más ansiaba ...