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Prologue: Tribute to the SWC South Africa 2010!D-Day: A beginningEastfield to Istandbul: Grumpyness at 30000ftTurkish shuttleIstanbul by dayIstanbul by nightLong walk to freedomLisbon walking tourDiscovering LisbonExploring SintraFado’s night outThe rain in Spain falls mainly on my brainA day in medieval ToledoMadrid on a SundayFlamenco por una buena causaTo BarcelonaBarcelona! Barcelona!Gaudi in the morningOlympic in the afternoonChilling in BarcelonaLa RamblaTo NiceA Nice nightRelax, take it EzeMonaco in an afternoonChilling in NiceTo VeniceOur first day in VeniceThe attempt at Venice night photosThe second day in VeniceThe last night in VeniceThe FarewellFrenzy in FirenzeExploring FlorenceConquering the DomeConquering the TorraLucca, I am your fatherPicnic in PisaA day in PisaWhen in Rome…Ancient scorching RomeWelcome to Naples (and its crazy traffic)A day in CapriAncient scorching PompeiiTo Santa FortunataChilling in SorrentoBack to RomeAida and the catacombsThe Vatican in a flashThe End
 

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Madrid, Spain


 
I shaved my beard this morning to make sure I do not run into any Spanish gangsters tonight. We then had our final Yes! breakfast and bought an Aerobus ticket again. When we boarded the bus the Australian with us almost fell victim to a pick-pocket… he noticed what they were doing just in time and formally said: “I would not like you to do that!” From Lisbon we took our first Easyjet flight and it was not bad at all. Except for the fact that we were delayed for 45 minutes because of a French strike (probably because their team lost, hehe)… and we thought it only happens in South Afirca. We lost another hour during the flight (because of time lines) and we are now back on South African time. In Madrid we met Janno (our personal metro guide). We may also use him in situations where German is required (not sure what kind of situations we are talking about here). We bought 3-day tourist metro tickets, ensuring that we can travel anywhere for free on the metro during our stay in Madrid. We then made our way to Hostel Luis Velez… or like we like to call it “Huis Luis.” They did not have the rooms that we booked available, so we were upgraded to rooms with en-suite bathrooms! However, we were told that we have to switch rooms the next day. The Hostel is nice and tidy, but the staff is a bit grumpy and scaly-looking. It was already quite late in the day and we decided to buy food at a Supermarket that Janno found earlier the day. While we were in the Supermarket is suddenly started to rain (it gave me the feeling of a typical Pretoria thunder storm in the summer). After an abrupt stop of the storm, we walked to Palacio Real and had some cheese burgers (with Kagiso patties) and Spanish Free-way Coke on the stairs. Since everyone was watching the Spanish-Chili SWC game, we had Madrid to ourselves. From here we walked to Plaza de Oriente and thereafter to Plaza Santa Domingo. We browsed through a number of shops and Riana bought the most beautiful bracelet… apparently you can only buy them in Madrid or New York! Then it started raining, and raining, and raining… the rain in Spain does not only stay on the plain. Janno bought us three umbrellas and we ran for our lives. Luckily we made it to the Hostel with the essential things dry(ish)…

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