Friday, July 24, 1998

Granada, Spain

The morning after the night before. A combination of that and no sleep the previous evening, and the heat, meant we didn’t emerge from the room until the early afternoon. When we did, we went into town and had a greasy lunch (McDonalds again) and then trotted off to the tourist office for all the necessary information needed – maps, internet cafes, prices, etc.

After this we went and found some accommodation for the following two nights, as the hostel is full. We went to Pension Gonzales, as it was recommended by the Lonely Planet.

After this Roberta wanted to go and find where we might be able to find a flamenco show, so we walked up a hill only to find places that only offered dinner/show/tour combinations for about AU$80, so we may have to give this a miss.

An internet café near the tourist information kept us amused for a couple of hours. I even get an email from Nags, who has been unheard from for months.

At 8pm we left there, into slightly cooler weather, and walked around town for a while, having only an ice cream dinner.

We then caught the bus back to the hostel (the long scenic route) where we saw John and Tina getting on the bus for another night out. We, however, stayed at home.

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