Motel 6 Detroit - Southgate Málaga

We woke with hangovers again and decided to go to the smugglers bar for a full english fry up. We have not ate bacon for the whole time that we have been away and I have been dreaming about bacon buttys lol. It was a really nice breakfast and just the thing for a hang over. We then went for a walk down the famous strip of the Costa Del Sol. Its ok and really pretty the beach is lovely and there are lots of bars and even spanish ...

We made it to the port in a taxi one thing I will say about Morroco its really really cheap for everything and you could get by here with such little money. We got a little hassle from a guy at the port trying to help us but they want money when they help you so as usual Ian left it to me to get rid of him and explain that we did not have any money luckily this time he went off without too much hassle.<br><br>We ...

... is heavier than i normally travel with, getting around the london train stations is challenging at best especially when there is no escalator or elevator.on two seperate occasions during this trek i was surprised to get two seperate offers from complete strangers to help me carry my luggage down the stair. i look at this as nothing more than good karma, if you put it out there it will come back to you. i guess helping the lost tourists in san francisco paid off?<br ...

... people overall seem like they´re just trying to live their lives, if you look past the street hustlers. The city didn´t feel any less safe than Istanbul, or even Barcelona for that matter. Our view of organized tours has not been changed, however, and if we go again, we´re definitely visiting Morocco on our own. It´s worth a lot more than 3 hours.<br><br>For now we´re packing up from our lovely vacation, and heading back on the bus to Sevilla, our final stop in Spain. Stay tuned!<br>

... and I am surrounded by Brits, Germans and everyone else escaping the fall drear back home. <br><br>As the bus from the airport rolled into the city center, I was already scoping out what I could climb up for the best views. I don´t know where I get it from but everywhere I go I need to climb up something no matter how steep or high. Today was no exception and I ventured where Big Momma from London would never go (or couldn´t I should say) after her Monument ...

... for lunch is an area called Chininitos where there are lots of chairs and tables set outside for a great seafood. <br>Teatro Romano is another nice place to visit, heading up to the Mount Gilfrano from there allows to see the whole city underneath. Amazing view of the Torre where the bullfighting occurs. <br>Once seeing the precaussions was over at night, we head out to Cordoba for our last day of visit in the Southern Spain.

... I suppose I slept again. 2/2 Today the classes again started (thank god), no news. It is still raining. I have all the clothes on I have with me. I am again completely unsure of what I would like to study where. And that I am completely sure I do not want to go back to the Netherlands endure this awful weather some 4 months more and do the dishes for 5 months more. And that I don´t know what to do. And that I want to do flamenco all day. And I am still in need of summer and a ...

... 7am to 10pm wasn't exactly the most enjoyable, but at least there was some free beer, excellent food and a chance on the final afternoon to hit the beach and the pool for some well deserved R'n'R. Both Dougal and I having to do presentations probably didn't help too much either with the stress for the week but they seemed to go over ok and we both still have our jobs... For now! :o) The final evening had us all heading into Marbella for a bit of serious networking between ...

... the museum even had an archaeological exhibit with ancient Phoenician ruins dating back to 6 B.C. After the museum, I walked and walked all around town, stopping to shop and take photos while not quite believing that this was my last full day in Spain. I came back and ate lunch with a Belgian guy named Tom, then began the ever-fun task of packing up my belongings. Nina, one of the girls working at the hostel, was having her ...

... purchased on the off-chance that this would occur. ;) In Granada, restaurants don't open until 9pm. We wandered the streets STARVED for food. Finally it was 9:05pm when a place finally opened and we had a great dinner, but ended at 11pm. We were exhausted! PLUS, the Alhambra, which was the palace we wanted to visit the next day, opened at 8am, and we were told to be there early, so not much sleep for us. :( Tomorrow: the Alhambra - the last fortress of the Moors!