La gira de España
Día Seis: Sevilla

• 07 May 2009 at 18:22
• Diary, Love, sex, etc., Traveling

The best destination I visited in Spain is the one I didn't plan.

I woke up early in the morning in the earth-costing hotel because I had decided to go to Sevilla, which is very close. I ran to go and see the Alhambra but it was, despite all, too late and tourists had already taken over. So I hung around, took a few pictures...

...and I left for the town center. But I tried another path and got lost in Granada's woods!

It was THE loneliness moment of my journey. A little faggot with rubbish shoes (my feet hurt so much!), a small pink jumper, lost in the spanish forest although he had to check out from the hotel very soon. I finally found my way and checked coaches to Sevilla: I had to go fast! I ran to the hotel, told them I was leaving although I was supposed to stay an extra day (suck it!!!), I went straight to the coach station but it was already too late to get a ticket. I had to stay three more hours at the coach station. I decided then to have a paëlla.

The coach arrived in Sevilla in three hours (Granada is very ill-served by trains, you'd better take a coach) and it was completely different from Granada. Sevilla, the main town of Andalucia, is much bigger and more lively. Very quickly, I found an Internet café where I could print my train tickets for Barcelona and a gay bar list. Likewise, I found a hostel very quickly, twice as less expensive as the hotel in Granada, very nice and friendly (breakfast for free and stuff!). My roommates seemed nice but I didn't have time to make friends, I had to run to discover Sevilla where I was to spend only one night.

I visited very quickly, still with my shit shoes and... ah... Sevilla is absolutely magnificient. Spain Square (you have one in every Spanish city and they are big) is surprising: a massive building, free to enter! No security agent, no one. And it's beautiful.

I then ran to a gay bar but I found on my way another Easter procession! Ten times bigger than the one in Granada! Impossible to go through! I managed to find a way and I could get in the gay district. I entered a gay bar that actually was lesbian. The staff were very friendly, a very nice little lesbian and a stunning transgender, they even offered me a shot for the road! (But it's said to be usual there...)

Then I went to meet another couchsurfer, Antonio, down south. It was good I had drunk because my feet couldn't take it anymore. I got lost again but the Spaniards are very helpful! I could meet Antonio and his friends and we had a very good time. I made a video by the way (very dark):

I really liked Antonio, a guy that is charming, funny, adventurous and with an incredible intelligence. "Man of my life"-able :D

We made a quick picture (he's on the left), we were supposed to go to a club but my feet just died, tiredness was showing on my face and my nose started bleeding. I then had to go back to the hostel :(

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  Día Seis: Sevilla