A routine I can love

You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave

I'm not sure when I'll move on up to Lisbon; for now it's not even on my mind. Nothing much is, really... infact I'm having a tough time just stringing these sentences together.

I spent one night in Cádiz, followed by two nights in Sevilla - the home to modern-day bullfighting - and then crossed the border into the Algarve region of Portugal, which is where I've spent the past two nights. I was getting a little frustrated with the Spanish pensions - in Sevilla where the mercury (I hate that saying too but I'm using it anyway) hit 38°, I spent two nights in a windowless room just large enough to fit a single bed. I had to wake up the owners everytime I came or went. And not meeting anyone, so it's a welcomed change to be hanging out with a big group here. Plus it's half-price.

I'm sharing a room with another Capetonian, a 70+ year-old Englishman and a... SanDiegoian? I wake up for the best hostel breakfast ever (so far), then head down to one of the most amazing beaches for a good few hours. At sunset we hit the supermarket for dinner and drinks, and return to the hostel where we park off until 1am, armed with a 5 litre box of cheap wine and Red Bull mix with some Spanish beers inbetween, and talk about everything from Romanian politics to nipple sizes compared with Euro coins. (I'm a 2 euro). Then we get kicked out, and mission off on a pub crawl until everywhere has closed. It's a routine and I love it. Days are merging into one big memory.

I'll upload some more photos when I bother to find an icafe that isn't so restricted - this one only gives you access to chosen applications through their proprietary system which doesn't even afford you the option to right-click. How sadistic. But it's liberating in a way, knowing it's the only time I'll sit in front of a glaring monitor for the next 3 months.

I bought an underwater disposable (film! GAH!!) and plan on swimming around the grottos now taking random snaps. I've always wanted to take one of those half out/half in the water shots. Maybe tomorrow I'll catch a bus to Sagres, the most south-westerly point of Europe.