So I spent 6 hours in the bus stop waiting to get on the bus for Vigo, at 330 am we finally departed santander and started the bus trip from hell. The green lights on the bus stayed on the whole trip and although i did sleep i have a feeling that the money i saved travelling this route may be spent on a physio for my neck later in life.
12 hours later and busting to go to the toilet i arrived in vigo. Vigo is a pretty enough city and i rather enjoyed walking around the port and the town during the afternoon. Its an odd city though, as you may look one way and see a beautiful seascape or garden and then look another way and see horrible construction, big ships and birds. Oh my all the birds and with them all the shit!!!
That evening I was finally on my way to Portugal and i even had company on the train, with two canadians kevin and rob and a yank arty sitting down next to me. We also had the pleasure of some rather rowdy but ultimately friendly portugese men who kept us updated on the portugal vs england (portugal won yay!) and then the france vs brazil football matches, rather handy really!
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