such a beautiful horizon, like a jewel in the sun
25.07.2007 - 28.07.2007 35 °C
On a whim we skipped Marseille and opted for more time in Barcelona.
Good work team.
Feeling very ill after another sleepless night train, Sarah exchanged her Harry Potter book for a coffee and we decided the best cure for our ailements would be a McDonalds.
Bad work team.
Feeling sick eating it we then read the calorific values and proceded to throw the rest away as our stomachs began to grumble. Finding a campsite we caught the train to El Masnou. The campsite is beautiful, lots of sand and pretty trees, a swimming pool and overlooks a beach. We are finding that there is just too much to see and do in Barcelona. Being lazy tourists we caught the sightseeing bus, hopping on and off at Sagrada Familia, the Gothic Quarter, Park Guell, Placa de Catalunya and seeing Casa Batllo, Teleferic de Montjuic and Port Vell.
Park Guell was lush, we clambered up hidden pathways finding fantastic views over the whole of Barcelona. The park was scattered with Gaudi architecture, curving shapes, angular points and colourfullness hidden amongst the trees. The brightly coloured broken tiles shone against the dusty paths and the intricately patterned paving adorned the walkways. There were so many things to catch your eye as you meandered up the hill.
Barcelona could be the ultimate city. With 5km of beaches, so much artisitic history and stunning architecture it is surprising modern and European.
However every day we have had to visit Barcelona Sants station in our desperate attempt to book a train, any train to Algeciras. We were met with numerous obstacles, we were told there were only first class seats on the night train, we were then told that we could get another train so we tried to book seats but were told very rudely in Spanish that the train was full and the journey 'impossible'. Panicking we went to the coach station but were told we had to book at another bus station, a train ride away. We arrived at this bus station but the ticket office was closed and we realised that it was only for intenational coaches anyway. So the next day we went back to the original coach station to book but were told the coach was full except for an expensive peak time trip costing 100euros. We then went back to the other bus station hoping we could use another company to get to Algeciras. After a short queue we actually managed to book the 'golden' tickets and the gateway to our adventures in Morocco.