Hotel Sierra Real
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We have arrived in our final Spanish city of our month in Spain which is both exciting and sad. Exciting because we are looking forward to exploring the city, and sad because it means our trip is coming to an end and we will soon be back in Australia. Being the organised people we are, and liking to get to train stations and airports with lots of time up our sleeves for any unforeseen problem, we were ready to check out of our hotel at 7.30 am ...
... ages to get movin but eventually, sans Orson who had one other place he wanted to visit, we got on our way. We had missed the train we wanted to get so we settled for the bus. After eating at the bus station, we eventually arrived in Toledo. We walked up into town through the old walls to centre square. Once there we debated our course of action, and settled on taking a train-bus tour (those things that always drive around parks and amusement parks, a car-like engine ...
... Oh, and by the way, we also share a contempt of PC and disregard it as a matter of principle. Tony and Chris took me in their car down to Portsmouth, while Jo took a chance to escape the fog of testosterone by doing a spot of shopping. Chris never stops talking, and Tony, more taciturn, makes the most of any opportunity to insert an acerbic comment or two when Chris pauses to breathe. Admirable traveling companions. We toured HMS Victory, saw where Nelson was felled by a French ...
... We grabbed and
quick starbucks and started the trek home. Unfortunately, today I forgot my map
and we got slightly lost on the way back. Fortunately, however; we turned a
corner after walking for a long time and there was the apartment. Somehow
everything worked out. When I got home I fell asleep for a solid hour, because I
took 2 benedryl to try and calm my allergies… these afternoon naps really need
to stop. After my nap ...
... got up there they would be queuing for even longer. Suckers.
My next stop was Puerta de Alaca a massive arch in the middle of a roundabout, I stopped to take photos in the middle of the two roads (where there's the line of trees) so all the cars were confused as to whether they could go or not! When the pedestrian lights turn green all the motorcyclists get off their bike and carefully walk it over the crossing then keep going - something I've never ...