Spain - Madrid pt. 2

The bus from Madrid to Seville is 6 hours guys. Guess who is hungover and is into hour 4? This guy. Truth be told by the time I post this I will not in fact be on the bus because, despite an obvious sign on the window next to me indicating available wifi, this is not the case. Believe me though when I tell you that the Spanish countryside is absolutely incredible.

(WHERE IS THE WIFI BUS?! WHERE IS IT?!)

I spent about 4 days in Madrid and it's been a bit of a whirlwind. Within the first 10 minutes of being in the hostel I met two guys from London (one British, one Italian) and after a quick restful night I was out having tapas and beer with them and their Madridian friends down some of the streets I doubt I would have stumbled upon on my own.

(Tostas get in my facehole)

Day turned into night as we would visit several bars on the way and the Madridian friends disappeared only to be replaced by German guys from the hostel. It was a bit of a marathon effort but without doubt a lot of fun.

(MOAR)

The next day the boys had to go back to snowy London and as I went to grab some green tea (the hostel was out of mint tea) from the kitchen I bumped into Brittany, a girl I met in a hostel in Porto. She and I spent the day wandering around Madrid but mostly the massive sprawling garden just aside from the city centre.

That night I cottoned on to an Australian accent floating around and met Dom, Sativa and Elinor all from Canberra. We got to chatting and the next day we, along with 'the Belgian model' Felix, stocked up on wine and headed off to Segovia for a day trip.

(Raging on the train)

Things happened and we ended up going to a different place called Toledo. Truth be told, according to my research they're quite similar towns. Both UNESCO protected, both old, both with beatiful bridges and cathedrals. You know the kind. So we popped the first bottle on the train and then just enjoyed the day wandering around the town drinking the cheapest possible wine we could find in the super market.

That night, and the last night for all of us, we went out to an Irish bar for some reason and drank a bit too much; which puts me in my current position.

The hostel was great. Every morning they had churros and chocolate which was bizarre as it's not ordinarily something I'd go for in the way of breakfast. Indeed I didn't really have much of an appetite for them but in the name of culture I chowed down on a few. HAD to. Other nights they made Paella for us, and the night before last they gave us a whole heap of tapas to share.

(She looks like that girl from 'Winners and Losers', right?)

I must admit though, and this leaves me in two minds, I didn't go on any tours, I didnt go into any museums and I didn't learn much if any if Spain's history. I DID partake in a lot of tapas, wine, and strolling around the streets.

Which is better?

In any case, eventually I'm going to arrive in Seville and make my way to the hostel. There's a massive festival happening as of Saturday that marks the week before Easter. I've heard it described as "the Ku Klux Klan in broad daylight". I'll leave you with that I suppose!