Whoa!

Strange. It is much more fun actually experiencing things than writing about them. Well:

Murcia was nice. I was sherpa and caddie for my mum and her 3 friends for less than a week, in a ghost town golf resort. Much needed rest and restitution ensued. Not in the least because when I went there, there was a fiesta in the neighbouring town, Roldan! Acid-trippy costumes (pics for later), music to blow your head of, and an unforgetable evening with new friends. Oh, I miss you, guys! =D

Then I biked 300 km's in rain and headwind, before taking the train the last 100 to Madrid. On the way I searched for Dulcinea de Toboso in Toboso, but just as Don Quixote, I couldn't find her.

Easter was really great, I met up with an ex colleague, and we spent a lot of time running away from angry Ku Klux Klanners, carrying statues of dead people around in the streets of Madrid. Then we went to Salamanca and Avila for the same thing.

Then, zooming by train to Merida, the brand of my bike, I met up with another friend, and we did a punk festival for 3 days. My ears still hurt. Toy dolls rule!

And then... I went to Portugal. That's it. =)

Santiago de Compostela awaits!

(And sorry. Pics will come later, I'm not exactly working under prime conditions here... =)