Somehow managed to miss a flamenco show and the cathedral in Seville!

Nevertheless, got to the alcazar and the other main sights in very very hot temperatures. It was 43 when i got off the bus from madrid and was 34 at midnight walking around the city!

From Seville, I headed to country number 17, Portugal where i headed to the southern coast on the Atlantic and the coastal town of Lagos, seemingly occupied by middle aged english tourists and young aussies. Stayed at the aptly named 'Cameltoe' Hostel not to be confused with the equally aptly named ´Rising Cock´. Pretty much just the beach and partying, and a very welcome if not particularly tasty meat pie and sauce.

On an hours or so sleep, I caught the early 6.30am bus back to Seville, and then another bus over to Granada, where today it was actually very cold - only 21!!
Went out of town to Guijar and the Sierra Nevada which was nice.

Tomorrow ill be rising early to line up for the Alhambra, the must see sight in Granada, before heading down to Morocco for my 2 week camping tour!!

Forgot to mention that i´ve finally managed to get a few photos up on the web so click the ´More Travel Photos link´ on the left to have a look

Now in Seville after a few nights in barcelona and valencia (again) and 4 in madrid.

barcelona was a very busy, exciting city, and i probably needed more than 2 days but nevertheless, i managed to go to a tapas night and flamenco show, and see a lot of the gaudi architecture all around the city.

Returning to Valencia, i deliberately relaxed a little more, chilling out on the hostel terrace, watching a rather amusing and interesting paella cooking demonstration, followed of course by the consumption of said paella, and some sangria.

I haven´t really liked the sangria that much for some reason (too sweet i think), but everyone else seems to be enjoying it.

But Valencia is the home of paella, so it was nice to have some while i was there.

From there, it was inland to Madrid, with hotter weather and friendly local prostitutes standing outside the door to the hostel.

Madrid had some beautiful parks, palaces and museums. Despite telling myself not to go to anymore museums (ever again...ever), i ended up going to the Prado and Reina Sofia museums for a bit of spanish and modern art, and they were relatively cheap and probably worth it (my valid (but not really) student card doing the trick once again).

On one day, Meredith (who I´ve been travelling on and off with since Greece) and I did a day trip to Toledo.


And today I ventured out on my own for the first time in a while, leaving the tender loving care of Busabout and making my own way to the south of Spain for a week before I head to Morrocco.

Looking forward to a bit more Flamenco here in Seville where it originated.