mas lluvia

Something about Málaga and rain for me. Decided to leave the farm this afternoon as I had a ride into the city. Hoping to jet early tomorrow to make my way to the Morocco. From here to Algerciras by bus, then to Ceuta (Spanish port in Africa) by boat, then across the border to Tangier by bus.

For now, me and the one pair of pants (not to mention shoes and socks) I've brought along for this trip are soaked to the bone. Forget living-on-the-street smarts, I haven't even gotten ahold of travel smarts. Postponed tonight's accomodation issue, thinking I wouldn't have a problem getting a room at the city's youth hostel, instead spending the evening reading Morocco guidebooks at the store. The hostel was booked by the time I arrived, and that's when the rain began. About 15 phone calls and lots of walking/swimming later, I landed a moderately priced (15 euro) pension for the night, dumped my stuff, and made my way back out into the cats and dogs to find my friend the web.

Now it's pouring like mad, and I've got a long way home. But I'm wasting time and space here.

Wish me luck in my travels tomorrow.