Europe lacked the danger and adventure that I now crave…
I purposely bought a small backpack to help limit me in what I brought on the trip.
My train arrived in Barcelona at 11pm as scheduled. I took the metro a few stops, and walked five minutes to the nearby family run, year and a half old, Mambo Tango hostel. They pride themselves on a friendly, peaceful, clean, respectful environment. The young, dreadlocked Spanish owner, Toti, warned me about pickpockets in […]
Sunday, August 9, 1998 I woke up this morning with a need to get myself out of Paris. Unfortunately, my best option was the budget travel offices which were conveniently closed on Sundays. This means I’ll have to stay another night. Then, I’m hoping to take the train to Calais, France and the ferry to […]