The six hours went by quite fast, well apart from the train being 45mins late. So that posed the question at the end, does the train make up time with quicker stops at the intermittent stations or does it continue to be 45mins late right up until the end, so there I am packed and ready to go for the last hour just in case it had made up time, but alas no in this instance it stayed late right up until the final stop. Off I hopped and trekked across town and found my hostel without too much hassle and checked in to find rowdy boys n girls all around the place and was then subsequently checked into the one and only room right beside reception, the common room, and the terrace where everyone goes to drink and chat, oh joy.... even thought I hadn't actually done anything over the last six hours I was just knackered from the trip and just wanted to rest. Luckily with a bit of patience at 11.30 everyone wentout to town and I could finally sleep.
The next two days were just spent wandering the town and doing a bit of shopping and just sitting in the sun as there really weren't many "sights" in San Sebastian, which in a way was quite nice and I just took it very easy. I went for a walk up the big hill to see Jesus, and wandered around the promenade to watch the surfers. It was all very relaxing and a very pretty city to meander around.
The last day I heaved on my pack again and walked down to the bus station, somehow it always seems much longer when you have an extra 20kg to lug around! Once there I found a heap of bussesbut no ticket office, and after three times around the place and finally asking the snack shop lady I found the office about 2 mins up the road, of course, makes sense. With the ticket purchased I was back to wait for my bus. But at this place instead of the bus bays being numbered the busses were numbered, so I was walking round and round the busses to find number 7. I found what I thought was the right one and lined up with a few others jut to be told when I got to the front that it was the wrong one, so I went back to wait. As I turned around the lady beside me dropped some papers and had her hands full so I bent down and got them for her, as I did so I felt the ENTIRE inner seem of my shorts give way. So I stood up, handed her the papers and waddled away! f*** f*** f***, I had about two minutes before my bus was due to depart. I kind of panicked a bit and got out my hoodie out of my bag and tied it around my waist and found it did nothing to hide the gaping hole. So then I delved into my pack in the middle of the bus lot and found a pair of pants, I thought I would put them on at the other end but then realised I would still be totally exposed while sitting in the bus seat. So back into my pack I went and rifled around for a bit and found a skirt, I then stood there in full view of everyone else and hoisted it up over my pants and got myself dressed in the parking lot just in time before the bus pulled up, thank god.
So on I hopped and the girl that took my ticked said something to me in Spanish, and it sounded like a number, and I was like yep, I figured she was asking me to sit in my allocated seat. She then no and the number again, I was like what?, and she said it again (all the while holding up the other passengers) And she said sit in seat 35 (not in the most pleasant manner) I said oh, yeah ok, and I slinked down the aisle. It's not my fault she didn't understand me, I knew what (albeit kind of) she was saying!
Now this bus was flash! I have heard of a train hotel, but this was more like an aeroplane bus! The seats are all fully adjustable and there were also lazy-boy type foot rests and also a coffee machine! So 10 mins into the trip I saw the girl come down the aisle asking if anyone wants drinks, well that's what I am figuring as she was handing out cokes and water, but no one was getting coffee. So I was wondering if she was only offering cold drinks, so when she got to me and asked I has to say pardon and she asked me in the foulest way if I wanted a drink, and I said coffee? And she walked away with a scowl, and a few moments later she returned with my coffee. Black she said, oh I said, milk and suger please, so she dumped a couple of sachets on my tray and walked off. I had a slight feeling she didn't like me..... hmmm I wonder why?!
So there I sat for the next hour in great comfort, well almost great comfort, as I couldn't find the lever for the god damn foot rest, and I wanted my money's worth! The lady beside me had hers up but I didn't want to look like a retard and ask her how she did it (and who knows if she would understand me?) so I spent a good thirty minutes feeling all over the chair when she had her gaze averted so I could do it surreptitiously. God I am retarded sometimes.... 32mis later I found a stupid lever quite low down on the foot rest and yesssssss! Up the foot rest popped, and I basked in my small victory and sat back for the next 28 mins to listen to hits form the 80st and some soulful Spanish ballads and cruise through the countryside to Bilbao.