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.
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.
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.
It’s fair to say that 2015 is the year I’ve decided to start travelling.
It started off last August, just before I started a new job when I booked myself a trip to New York. It’s fair to say I was far from in the best of moods, so I didn’t bother asking anyone if they wanted to join me. A few months later, I found out that I had been booked off work for a week at the end of January,so on a whim, I booked myself a trip to Berlin. A couple of weeks after that, I was talking to a friend about how we could do with a weekend away from work, and a trip to Amsterdam was booked.