Day 25: Majadahonda
So I'm back in the Madrid region after travelling from Granada to Malaga yesterday. We'd intended to get up early(ish) and get to the bus station by about 9:15am to get tickets for the 10am bus and have some breakfast. Instead, we made it there at 8:55 and got tickets for the 9am bus but had to skip breakfast. Once in Malaga, we started the search for a cheap place to stay. It came down to a sort of nice cheap hotel for 52 euros or a pension for 30 euros. The big differences were lack of TV and lack of air conditioning, and we decided that such luxuries weren't worth more than 20 euros. Big mistake. By the middle of the night we were ruing the lack of AC and the fact that it meant we had to sleep with the windows, which led to mosquitoes in the room and bites all over both of us. The budget hostel also featured shoeprints on the wall, a lack of towels in our rooms, and a bathroom with no light. Damn my cheapery!
Today we headed off to the airport, Zafeer for his flight to London, me to get back to Madrid. My flight left promptly on time, but Zafeer got delayed an hour or two. Better than the Easyjet flight that was on the board that was delayed over eight hours, I guess. When I landed in Madrid, I was the first person to make it to luggage carousel 18, where my bag was supposed to come out, but wound up waiting over an hour as only a handful of bags came down the chute. Finally, they took my flight off the screen and I went to find out where my bag was. I was asked to fill out a claim form and told that my bags would be delivered to Majadahonda for me. I did this, then went to use the washroom before embarking on the hour-long metro ride. On my way out of the WC, I saw something familiar going around carousel 19. So, I claimed my bag off the wrong carousel, cancelled my claim form, and headed for the subway.
Now, I'm back at my aunt and uncle's place in Majadahonda, and my parents and I are going out in a bit to see Spain-France. The big travel portion of my trip's over, and for the next few days I'll just be hanging out here, doing some shopping in Madrid, and just generally chilling. We'll see whether I keep blogging, but I'd say the odds are better than for Spain winning the World Cup.
Today we headed off to the airport, Zafeer for his flight to London, me to get back to Madrid. My flight left promptly on time, but Zafeer got delayed an hour or two. Better than the Easyjet flight that was on the board that was delayed over eight hours, I guess. When I landed in Madrid, I was the first person to make it to luggage carousel 18, where my bag was supposed to come out, but wound up waiting over an hour as only a handful of bags came down the chute. Finally, they took my flight off the screen and I went to find out where my bag was. I was asked to fill out a claim form and told that my bags would be delivered to Majadahonda for me. I did this, then went to use the washroom before embarking on the hour-long metro ride. On my way out of the WC, I saw something familiar going around carousel 19. So, I claimed my bag off the wrong carousel, cancelled my claim form, and headed for the subway.
Now, I'm back at my aunt and uncle's place in Majadahonda, and my parents and I are going out in a bit to see Spain-France. The big travel portion of my trip's over, and for the next few days I'll just be hanging out here, doing some shopping in Madrid, and just generally chilling. We'll see whether I keep blogging, but I'd say the odds are better than for Spain winning the World Cup.
posted by Carlos at 7:28 PM
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