The 12 hour flight to Amsterdam was surprisingly comfy; I was only conscious for about 4 hours of it. Passed out like a drunken baby 30 min after take off. Awoke and tried to watch Attonement, but we landed before I could finish it (will try finish it on the way back). Amsterdam is like the Aldi of airports; weird, disorganised and oddly lit. And thanks to their slow ass crazy passport control procedures I caught my flight by like 2 minutes. I did however avoid getting frisked, they were too busy frisking others to bother with me. That flight was less fun, stuck next to screaming pooping stinky baby. Gonna try and forget that one. I listened to the first few chapters of to Kill a Mockingbird to try and block it out.

Landed in Madrid this morning. Managed to catch a taxi to my hotel and check my bag and have spent the day wandering around the city. Madrid is so huge and so busy and the ammount of smoking that’s going on is unbelievable; I got off the plane and got smacked with the smell of it. It’s about 10 000 times scarier than Singapore(& not just cause of the smoking). On the taxi ride to the hotel I saw a police TANK… TANK!!! the police here have tanks. I have photos but no cord on my at the moment. Will download some tomorrow.

I’ve visited the Museo Thyssen-Bornemiza and Monet, Picasso, Miro and Mondriane send their regards, I spent over 3 hours there and I think even then I missed a few rooms. My feet are about to flake off. Tomorrow it´ll be the Museo del Prato. I walked there today after Thyssen but couldn´t face another 3+ hours of walking. After all the flying and the lack of English. I must confess that I have spent a great deal of my time in various Starbucks as it´s been raining on and off all day (The rain in Spain falls mainly on the Tess) and they’re conviently everywhere, have couches and the drinks are easy to order (Una tall cafe mocha por favor, Grasias).

My Spanish is TERRIBLE and the poor people Im talking to wait for me to finish what Im trying to say in Spanish smile politely and go ‘English?’. Gonna spend the evening eating weird junkfood, practiseing spanish and not walking.

Tall buildings, narrow lanes

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