Day 73 & 74
Seville, our first taste of Espanol was a very traditional town for us as we sampled tapas, checked out flamenco shows and saw the historical sights on offer.
After arriving in the town late at night again, we soon came to realize we had no idea where our accomodation was. Asking a policeman and some locals on the street, we eventually made our way to a place on the other side of town, that had the same name as ours. However once we went inside we soon discovered that in Seville the hostel has 2 locations and of course we were at the wrong one. A trek and a half back in the direction we came and finally we had made it to our place.
The place was actually much better than expected with a bar, kitchen and pool all on the roof. What made it even more fun was that it was the biggest dorm we had been in so far, packed with 14 people. We would have been ecstatic however by the time we settled in it had been a long day for us and we weren't in a particularly cheery mood. So after a quick dinner and a bit of relax we were straight off to bed, pumped for a full next day.
Whilst initially we planned to catch a free walking tour around the town, once we realized we were the only ones on the tour, we bailed very quickly as we didn't particularly want to tip. This however didn't stop us asking the guide some cool places to check out.
First stop was the cathedral, the place that "every tourist must go". Using our youth cards for the first time we managed to get in cheap and instead of paying for tour, we made up a tour of our own. Whilst the cathedral was amazing the best part of the building was the bell tower which after climbing 36 ramps we were able to conquer. From there we could see the entire city , from end to end including our next destination, the bull fighting ring.
Despite getting a bit lost on the way there, after a bit of navigation we eventually made our way to the ring for a tour. It was awesome, we were able to see all the behind the scenes of the ring as well as all the history of bullfighting. It was one of those museums that is hard to get bored in.
Ooo, I forgot to tell you. We seemed to find that the entire town smelt like olives. We thought we must of stepped in olives or something but after a check of our shoes we realized the smell wasn't on us. Just something I thought you should know.
From the ring we grabbed a bite and then made our way to the park. However after not being able to find the park and seeing that everything was closing for Siesta we decided it was best to just head back to the hostel. A good shloff and before we knew it, it was 9 at night, time to head out.
We signed up for a Tapas tour and Flamenco show with the hostel for only 8 euro, which looked like a lot of fun. However we found it very strange that they could take us to dinner and a show for so cheap. We soon found out how.
After a small tapas and drink in the hostel itself, we headed to a restaurant nearby where all 20 on the tour piled on to a long table. Very hungry at this stage, we couldn't wait to see what they would give us and as they put a few plates in front of us we were so pumped. It was at that stage we were told that each table would share three plates.
We were not happy. All of us starving we wanted to dive into the dishes yet didn't want to be rude eating it all. I perfected this careful balancing act by stabbing my fork into the last piece of food and then asking whether anybody else would like a bite. Worked like a charm.
Despite this we moved on, hungry, but keen to see the flamenco show we had heard so much about. A long walk later we made it to a shed (yes, a shed), our guide waited outside and cautiously walked in. There, packed wall to wall were tables filled with people all staring at this little stage. After a bit of waiting three people walked up and started clapping and playing guitar. Whilst we were confused we hung around a bit longer to see where it would go.
Eventually a women, who could not take a very arrogant look off her face, came on to the stage and danced very quickly, it was quite impressive. She danced and danced and danced, we had no idea how she could do it for so long.
Whilst it was awesome to see, I would not rush to see it again. She did dance very well but after a while the novelty wore off. Before heading home for the night, farewelling Seville, in true us style we swung past burger king, allowing us to fill the hole that tapas failed to fill. Here's hoping for a better tapas dinner next time.
On to Granada!