9 hours and fourth travel by bus. Now I'm home, cause uneasiness to know that if I like fish fry I have to go over 630 km, or that my mother would send him by seur.
I got on the bus at 9 am, saying goodbye My father and I looked for something on the radio that brings integrated seat: It has 9 channels, of which only the first was turned on and the chain dial decrepit. So I put on my mp3, I closed the little eyes, and woke up in Seville, with the neck cord tighter than a piano. Get off there half an hour, I took to visit the dirtiest toilet throughout southern English. Luckily he had not yet eaten. Leaving
Sevilla at 11:45 and sat before a quartet of legs with pigtails (cheap alliteration), Sabrina gold and matching belts 'o-is'. To avoid suffering to my ears, I put it back the mp3, and sleep for a while. So to Granada, where you stop for almost an hour. I drank a beer on a terrace and detected with the portable 7 wireless networks, all of them are security enabled. That these Granada ready.
So back to the bus without being able to connect to internet ... and to Murcia, at 18:15 pm. All the way from Granada to Murcia listening to 'Radio Marca', because I had no songs to listen to the mp3, and the driver had switched on the radio station of the bus. You can imagine the sad news that I had to hear for hours.
I have to thank Kike holiday to stay with me all last night, luckily San Fernando has a great nightlife and not we lacked bars close. So you can sleep most of the way and made me a little more bearable.
And I'm home.
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