14th March – Madrid to Burgos
Oh so I intended to write this blog post last week but I couldn’t be bovered and I wanted to do it justice. I’ve split the posts up so they wont be too long, and also so I don’t have to write it all in one block…sneaky I know hehe.
We had been planning to go to San Sebastian for a lonnngggg time, and it was one place that Jo (who’s leaving this week) wanted to go to.
We had originally intended to go on a road trip, hire a car and stop off at Burgos on the way. With this in mind we booked our hostels, one in Burgos and one in San Seb, before sorting out the car (I was AGAINST THIS!) So obviously we end up not being able to get a car, wahhh, but managed to book coaches and trains for a €50 round trip. This was all going peachy until a few days before when we found out the coach company was on strike, so we had to refund our ticket and then book a train instead (actually worked out cheaper).
So Friday dawns, we make our packed lunches (and our bags), and chill in the afternoon thinking we have all the time in the world. We leave the flat, and wind our way to the metro, only to discover that it takes a lot longer to get to the big train station than we thought (its 17.15, the metro takes 20 minutes and the train is at 17.40) Not to mention that our train leaves from the intercity side of the station which is a 5-10 minute walk away from the metro exit. and so… we ran.
I mean suitcase in my arms like a baby, weaving between those slow-walkers who just turn up to thwart you when speed is essential, bashing granny’s out of the way (I am really sorry whoever you were) (oh god, I’m a granny-basher). 17:36pm
Eyes searching the boards for a hint of a platform number. 17:38pm
19. Got it. Shout it out to the others behind me, oh no, they thought I said platform ten. NINEEETEEEEN GUYS. Phew they’re following. 17:39pm.
On the platform. Oh. There’s a small queue. They are still checking tickets and scanning bags.
17:41pm – on the train, it’s moving. Great, now to spend the next hour breathing heavily, coughing frequently and trying to ignore the sweat trickling down my back.
We arrive in this quaint little city after dark, the station is deserted and there doesn’t seem to be a taxi in sight. Hmm. Well, people are standing here, so er, lets just stand here too and wait for… er something to happen. For once that actually paid off, and we ended up on the bus that took us to the city centre.
Our hostel is cute, well cleaned and wonderfully situated
After the 2 ½ hour journey we are hungry and curious so go on an exploration. We find a cathedral,
and some lovely food. And wine for €1. Really tasty wine. Its almost midnight by this time, so back to the hostel for some winks to catch our train the next day.
Unfortunately for Ilon, she was in a room adjacent to a very horny, articulate, exclamatory couple who for TWO AND A HALF HOURS, played "doctors and nurses"
Up at the crack of dawn in search of breakfast, which happened to be in the cutest cafe that looked out onto the cathedral. So here's a day picture.
Then off to the station to catch a train to San Sebastian, where the real parties are at.
Ciao Burgos. 12 hours was enough.
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