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Three Amigos head back to sunny Spain
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Arose from from one of those delirious, weary, ´where the bloody hell am i´ states, where your clothes are sticking to your body sweat, your teeth feel furry, and at least 4 of your spinal vertebrae are in total disalignment with the rest of your back. The 12 hour train from Marrakech to Tangier officially gains title of worst nights sleep ever.
Collectively looking like a dog´s breakfast, we faced the exit to the train station and a bulging wall of overzealous taxi drivers, eventually bartering one bloke down to 40 Dirham to get us over to Tangier port, to a fast ferry that took only 35 mintues to reach the other side of the Strait, as opposed to the the lumbering 2 and 1/2 hour beast we took two days prior. I must admit, Tangier seemed like a fairly different place in the morning, when the seedyness has not yet festered and the shady characters appear to be more scarce (taxi drivers not included).
After sleeping the length of the ferry trìp, we set foot once again on the shores of sunny Spain and it felt very good to be back. Morocco was a total trip, and two nights there was definitely more than adequate. Tha brain can handle only so much chaos. Today, Rev, Brooksy and i were men of transit, taking a ridiculously uncomfortable 12 hour night train, a 35 minute ferry across the Strait of Gibraltar, a bus from Tarifa to Algeciras, a 5 hour bus from Algerciras to Granada, pretty much everything short of an aeroplane, a hovercraft and an armoured tank. And with such exhaustive consecutive travel comes the total destruction of your body clock, hence i walked around for most of the day like a dazed galoot with bad hair and probably smelt pretty bad as well.
We had organised nothing for the following days and were feeling, quite understandably, pretty unorganised. And when i say ´we´ were unorganised, i should add that Rev and Brooks did pretty much did all the talking and conducted more or less all the organisation, whilst i sat backstage minding the bags like the retarded cousin with little to no communication skills and no real prospects in this foreign land. Today´s operation and ultimate mission was a simple one - find a bed and shower, and a place with food and beer. We are simple nomdadic men with simple needs. Finding accomodation proved particularly difficult, as it is May Day tommorow the whole of Granada has the day off and every hostel was chockers with bookings. The public holiday also meant that out plans to take a night train from Granada to Barcelona tomorrow night were thwarted, totally booked out, and only a night bus offered as a possible alternative. We trundled back and forth Granada, from bus station to train station, eventually sorting out our plans, finding a decent hostel, heading out for some sensational Paella and throwing down some well earnt Cervezas, after spending the day travelling like sheer fools, sleep deprived, hungry and delirious. Bed, shower and toothbrush never felt so good.
Tomorrow we hit Barthelona!
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