As some of you may be aware, this blog is getting a little behind - so I'll hurry things along for you. The remaining week in Western Europe went something like this:-

Granada - Climbed hill to big castle (the Alhambra), very cool. Ate free tapas and drank beer. Missed Italian friends.

Seville - Got lost. Many times. Found far too many people speaking English (or American) and very bad Spanish. Visited tall church tower, very cool. Ate more tapas with too much mayonnaise. Caught night bus of death to...

Lisbon - Climbed another hill to another castle (also cool). Hung out at free Portuguese festival. Watched a terrible rollerblade display on a skate ramp. Got drunk on cheap cask wine and ripped it up like a wild dog with the greatest air skating display of all time on same skate ramp (Kato did herself a bit of a mischief). Tried to find other free festival, found English beggar instead. Repeatedly.

Porto - Found rain. And fat English people. But nowhere to eat. Found airport. More fat English people. Ryanair flight of death back to London.

Arriverderchi Europe!