Travel Day. San Sebastian to Seville.
Apparently it was the turbo pipe. I don€™t know what a turbo pipe is, but I have now learned that when one goes clunk, the bus stops. We sat on the roadside for a couple of hours, they told me, til someone came to fix it, but by the time I crawled out of my womb all was speed and efficiency once again.
As I woke up we were just pulling into a little truck stop, which was a bit of luck, so I stretched my legs for a minute. We were still four hours out from Seville and once we got going again we were rolling through wide-open spaghetti western countryside. It was rather arid-looking, with occasional olive trees and small, white, stone houses but all under blue skies with sunshine and long, thin, wispy white clouds. It€™s warming up too, so the crew will be glad of some dry weather.
On arrival in Seville, the hotel was a bit of a let down but for all its failings it did have a rather nice outdoor pool area complete with adjacent bar. Needless to say, this is where much of our touring party gravitated towards on arrival. Due to the general strike on Wednesday we will have a full day off here and if the weather is nice I predict that it could get pretty messy. We shall see.
Jumped a cab into town with a few of my tour comrades for the evening and found a wonderful outdoor spot to eat. I€™m looking forward to exploring this place over the next couple of days.