The room itself.

And the view from the room.

So waking up early was good, and had a really nice breakfast. It seemed like a normal house type kitchen, so nothing fancy, but they had a guy their making toast and coffee. So I had toast, coffee and a banana for breakfast to fortify myself till I got to Antequera.
The taxi driver to the train station WAS crazy. Unless that's normal driving, in which case I am never ever ever driving in a major European city. Speeding, changing lanes and all round crazy driving. I feared for my life once or twice. Obviously i survived, but it was interesting. One thing I have noticed is that most European train stations (and Airports) make people leaving go up above the platform, and then check in and go down stairs. Makes it very easy to get off a train as you stay on the same level when you get off, and separates things nicely. I think it's more a cultural thing about thinking about building up, instead of spreading out as tends to happen in Australia. Anyway, the train to Antequera was 40 minutes late leaving, and there were some very very irate Spaniards abusing rail staff. Like it was their fault. So we all queued calmly, and then cause we were late they opened another gate. I now know what it is like being caught in a lemming stampede. And also the complete disregard for lining up patiently. If you leave a small gap, they will get into it and cut you off. Not so bad in England, but similar. Definitely much worse then Australia. But they had a movie on the train, which was nice. Of course it was in Spanish, so I couldn't actually listen to it, but it was a nice touch.
Train tracks. Because I can.

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