Crossing the border to spain twice, in the same direction lol. Because the first time we were walking along the motorway/autoroute and were escorted off by police and so the second time we had to walk round the mountain for miles along the national road instead. Ran into the police again in spain and we're like "what now" but turns out they just want to tell us they've seen 3 other hitchers already, aw. We then walked 15 miles or so to the nearest town but since it was a sunday- couldnt get a ride with any lorries until 6pmish. That drive was cool but dropped us in the worst place ever. We then thought it would be a good idea to walk into the nearest town just outside barcelona to follow the autoroute, find another petrol station and carry on to barca. Big mistake, was impossible to continue on the autoroute, we discovered after half an hour of doing just that, ran into a group of 10 or so spanish teenagers when it was getting dark who claimed to want to help us until instinct kicked in, it got dodgy when they started to ask for money so we left asap realising they could've robbed us, which then gave us renewed strength to walk alllll the way back to the petrol station where got dropped off a couple of hours ago when we finally got a lift to barcelona in a funky little van seconds before we were gonna call it a night. The fun doesnt stop there, oh no. We decided spain is awful for hitching so got ourselves to the nearest train station where we were happy to crash for a few hours, when at midnight it announced it was closing til 4am. Great. We bumped into some nice americans who gave us their map to the youth hostel district happy that the night air is warm. Until it started to rain. Really. Hard. We ploughed on but after 40mins decided to take shelter at a (closed) cinema until the rain stopped a bit. Clearly wasnt going to, our feet were blistered, back and shoulders aching, we were knackered too so got out a sleeping bag, huddled up and slept intermittently til 4am when we returned to the train station, bought a ticket each for malaga (€57- bargain for a 13 hour journey, no joke) and got on the train at 8am. Had a sleep but still pretty tired. So yes, eventful! Anuj and Hetal are in malaga and are waiting for us to arrive! Cant wait to get to Morocco and get a massage!!! X x x
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