Madrid

To get to Madrid there was a 4.5 hour bus journey to face,  which actually wasn’t as soul destroying as it may sound. The hostel was easy to find, I checked in and was given some recommendations for things to do and places to eat, so naturally, I went to get some food.

I found a nice tapas bar where I ordered grilled goats cheese and some salt cod fritters – both were delicious. I found it quite amusing that the waiter told me to order two dishes instead of three because it was too much. I listened to him and thought that it was cute that he thought that because he quite obviously underestimated how much I can eat especially when I was as hungry as I was. I skipped an artichoke dish, but I could’ve eaten it.

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Seville

On Sunday I arrived in Seville. I wasn’t in the best of moods as my sense of navigation wasn’t up to scratch,  resulting in me carrying my backpack that weighs the same as a small child for an extra 20 minutes. Whilst I was checking in, I was notified that there was a free dinner at 9pm, but it couldn’t wait as the only thing I had eaten since breakfast was a kit kat, so I popped to burger king for my first dinner, then had a risotto for my second dinner. Continue reading

Ronda

I had another early start on Thursday to catch the train from Malaga to Ronda, and it seems as though for the time being that I have also left the nice weather behind too. I walked so much during my time in Malaga that I was pretty sore, plus there was no safe way out of the top bunk in the hostel apart from hoping for the best, so the amount of bruises I had from climbing in and out of bed didn’t really help.

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Puente Nuevo

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Malaga

On Monday I had a 4am start to catch a flight to Málaga. I had not been out of bed before 8 in over three months but made it to the airport.

Once I arrived and checked into the hostel, I went for a walk up the Alcazaba which had a pretty good view from the top. I also had a look through the market which is quite impressive; the food does stand out a lot more than in English markets. To end the day I visited the Picasso museum, there were more paintings in there than I had expected and was quite interesting.

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View from the Alcazaba

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What’s next:

This time next month I shall be unemployed and somewhere in Spain, without a return ticket, and I cannot wait. I was planning to go to Australia in September this year and was thinking of going on a 2-3 week trip going from the north to the south of Italy before I go. It wasn’t too long before this turned into a Spain/Italy trip, then it got a little out of hand and now I’m intending on spending at least four months in Europe. I know that I’ll go through a lot of Spain and then fly into Italy, and despite having a route planned, I will probably end up deciding where I go the day before.

After this, I’m planning to get a Working Holiday Visa and go to Australia. I will probably have to top the bank back up before doing the Melbourne-Cairns route, luckily, as a chef I can probably/hopefully find a job easily. After this, I am thinking about a visit to New Zealand, but that’s a bit too far in the future to start plannng.

At the moment it seems as though I have a never ending list of things to do/sort out/phone up about. When I planned the Europe trip in June it seemed so far away, and now I know it won’t be long until I’m away.

Oslo

Part two of my trip was Oslo. For the first, and probably last time, I managed to get front row seats on the flight. I didn’t notice until I looked on my ticket whilst I was getting on the plane, only to realise that the flight was three quarters full, so I had to put my bag in the luggage compartment in row 8 then make my way back to row 1, trying to get past a lot of unimpressed Scandanavians who were boarding the flight. That was not fun.

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Sculpture Park

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