Lajaron

When I woke up, it was with the sun. We entered the day together and both seemed to be in a corresponding mood. That early in the morning? Caught lift to Granada within minutes. I reckon they always feel sorry for ya, haha. They took me the 40 kms to Granada and from there I only had 40 more to go! Sweet!

3 hours later and that 40kms was beginning to look walkable. So figuring that my spot just wasn't cutting it, I started walking in what I hoped was the right general direction.

On my way, I past an old Spanish guy of around 70 who happened to have had a New Zealand english teacher when he was at school. We chatted for a bit as we wandered the streets and then he draw me a map in the sand of where to go and by jingo, he was right!

I was away in 20mins. Took maybe 3 lifts all up to reach Lajaron as as usual, this included highway lifts. Police don't seem to care though so that's a positive.

And to top it all off, I arrived in time for dinner (o;