Bollocks from Spain
First off, I want to say that I left my little USB reader back in London at Chuck´s place. That or I lost it somewhere. What this means is no photos for a while. Which worked out well for this place right now because the computers don´t have USB ports.
The last night in London was quite the walk with the D-man showing up after his conference. Good times, thats all I´m going to say. Well, at around 2am, Derek fell asleep on the couch, we dragged him off. We decided that there was no point in waking up at 4am again to grab a cab, so we stayed up watching Monkey Dust on BBC3. We should have that back home.
Anyway, the Ryanair flight from London to Seville rivalled that of last year´s Air Transat flights to and from London. Dinky seats and no service. Never before have I seen advertising on the overhead compartment doors of a flight than here. Made me feel like I was on the subway. What I liked best about the Ryanair flight was the free-for-all to get on the plane and grab a seat. General admission flying at its best. No complaints though, I´m beyond that. I also couldn´t help noticing the cab driver flirting with 100 mph on the drive from London to Stansted at 5am.
Seville is nice. No troubles getting around and we found a relatively cheap place overlooking the main tourist drag right across the street from the main cathedral. The one lonely planet described the original builders as nutballs for building such a big friggen church. Well, big is an understatement. I can´t say that we went partying it up in Seville last night, but on zero hours of sleep in the last 30 hours (sleep is impossible on a Ryanair flight) we just crashed and burned after walking around town for the whole afternoon and evening.
This morning in Seville consisted of a walk through the Alcazar, which is probably a taste of what´s to come in Morocco. Spectacular tilework and muslim influenced architecture. Influenced? I mean muslim architecture. Not to be missed was the Plaza d´España, where Jerry got his fortune told a prayer recited to him by a gypsy . After she demanded 10€, he started running. After that, bus to Granada, which for some reason seemed roomier than the Ryanair flight, AND we had reserved seats.
Coming in to Granada we start seeing the spectacular hilly landscapes of Southern Spain. Snowcaps and all. The town looks like it can have some fun, and we will try to find this fun later tonight. In the meantime, this cozy little 25€/night pensione right under the Alhambra will just have to do.
Its too bad there are no photos to share.... pity...
The last night in London was quite the walk with the D-man showing up after his conference. Good times, thats all I´m going to say. Well, at around 2am, Derek fell asleep on the couch, we dragged him off. We decided that there was no point in waking up at 4am again to grab a cab, so we stayed up watching Monkey Dust on BBC3. We should have that back home.
Anyway, the Ryanair flight from London to Seville rivalled that of last year´s Air Transat flights to and from London. Dinky seats and no service. Never before have I seen advertising on the overhead compartment doors of a flight than here. Made me feel like I was on the subway. What I liked best about the Ryanair flight was the free-for-all to get on the plane and grab a seat. General admission flying at its best. No complaints though, I´m beyond that. I also couldn´t help noticing the cab driver flirting with 100 mph on the drive from London to Stansted at 5am.
Seville is nice. No troubles getting around and we found a relatively cheap place overlooking the main tourist drag right across the street from the main cathedral. The one lonely planet described the original builders as nutballs for building such a big friggen church. Well, big is an understatement. I can´t say that we went partying it up in Seville last night, but on zero hours of sleep in the last 30 hours (sleep is impossible on a Ryanair flight) we just crashed and burned after walking around town for the whole afternoon and evening.
This morning in Seville consisted of a walk through the Alcazar, which is probably a taste of what´s to come in Morocco. Spectacular tilework and muslim influenced architecture. Influenced? I mean muslim architecture. Not to be missed was the Plaza d´España, where Jerry got his fortune told a prayer recited to him by a gypsy . After she demanded 10€, he started running. After that, bus to Granada, which for some reason seemed roomier than the Ryanair flight, AND we had reserved seats.
Coming in to Granada we start seeing the spectacular hilly landscapes of Southern Spain. Snowcaps and all. The town looks like it can have some fun, and we will try to find this fun later tonight. In the meantime, this cozy little 25€/night pensione right under the Alhambra will just have to do.
Its too bad there are no photos to share.... pity...
posted by Wally at 3:15 p.m.
2 Comments:
Are you ready Fredy?
I have Betty. If you want her back, I need $1,000,000 in unmarked $1 US Bills.
Leave in a Ryder rental truck at the corner of Yonge and Finch.
Do not call the police.
Her first leaf just dropped.
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