We start out morning, drive across the border bring us back into Spain and towards the perfectly preserved city of Cordoba. Party moves out at 9:00am sharp and reach a small town known as Montoro for the night at 6:30pm.
We did stop for toilet and lunch break, but on the coach from 9am to 6:30pm causes me to be in depressing mode.
To add to my misery, our hotel is situated in this small town and this place is like a dead town.
I have prove, I have pictures to show.
By first, we check in...........
(Our hotel for the night)
(Hey at least there is a pool I can go for a swim)
(See that Amigo, cleaning his bus? He is our coach driver and been with us since day one)
(Dinner at the hotel, I don't know why but I manage to finish this.)
After dinner we decided to investigate this small town but first we check the swimming pool to see if we're able to have a dip.
(Pool is very dirty how to swim)
(In the midst of the rubbish, I spotted a housefly sunbathing on it back)
(Mum doing sunbathing too)
(No swim, no entertainment, no shops but at least I got my best friend with me; my cigarettes)
(Step out of the hotel, I looked at my left. I saw nothing interesting.)
(I looked on my right, my worst fear is confirm. This is a bloody dead town!)
(Somehow mum was very optimistic, she still posing for camera shoot)
(As we walked, we take some pictures of this town)
(It remind me of those cowboy like town, very dusty)
(Did you see any souls here? Been walking for 10 min, I saw less than 5 people on the street)
(Give me a house there, I also don't want to live there)
(This street really have a unique name)
(Look like the we, Chinese burn joss sticks, joss papers, “hell bank” notes during the hungry ghost festival.)
Tomorrow we're going to Cordoba and Real Madrid.
Can't wait to get out of this place.
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