Leaving Barcelona
Posted by giveaphuk on November 11, 2008
James and I both felt it a little hard to leave barcelona, we were comfortable and starting to feel as if we were living there, it is a city that reminds me very much of my hometown, melbourne. But on a wednesday we hit the road to attempt to hitch 700kms+ directly to madrid. Filled with high hopes we consulted hitchwiki, found a suitable spot, and caught public transport there. Once we got there we followed the directions and soon found ourselves at a gasolina, which had little traffic, so a few hours later, a vehicle eventually stopped to give us a ride.
It is hard not speaking spanish, and the driver of the car spoke no english at all, but we managed to communicate that he wasn’t going far down the road, but could give us a lift to another gasolina where, we assumed, we would have a much better chance of a ride to madrid.
At the next gasolina I was thirsty so filled up my water bottle and drank lots while we tried to get another ride. Not having much luck, it started to get dark, but there was a fantastic sunset so it wasn’t so bad. Then it got colder, and the prospects of hitting madrid by this night, were almost impossible, but I did organise a couch in zaragoza, which was only 350kms away, and that was still possible, even though it was about 7pm.
So james and I spot a beautiful spanish woman, about 23 filling up her new hatchback car. At first we both weren’t going to ask, because beautiful women tend not to pickup two strange guys at nighttime. But james approached, and before we knew it we were hurtling on our way to zaragoza at 150kms/hr and I was in the backseat, getting in touch with our zaragoza host to tell him we would be arriving.
It was a great relief to be on the road, and a great ride, with plenty of conversation and laughter and listening to spanish hiphop, all in all was awesome. Soon we were sitting in the cold outside our zaragoza hosts apartment, awaiting his return home. It was here, however, that my stomach started makiing horrible noises, and I realised that the water I was drinking was bad.










Agnes said
It wasn’t anything like Y Tu Mama Tambien was it?!!