Running a schedule
We had not been keeping time for days and having lost our phone charger back in Kenya the only item we had capable of keeping time was my camera. A little foolishly we had set it from the church bells the night before which in Madrid seem to go off without any respect to time. When I woke up in the morning I was painfully aware that in all probability our clock was wrong and we were possibly late for the bus. With this in mind we didn't waste too much time getting to the met station where the clock on the platform was over 30 minutes ahead of ours and translated to "Unless you are lucky you're not going to make it". For some reason I should have been panicking but I just couldn't bring myself to care. We arrived at the bus station 35 minutes later and were greeted with a clock showing the same time as my camera, it had been right all along.
The bus ride was unnecessarily slow as we were restricted to 80km/h by law. Add to this a break for food at 11 in the morning and we had somehow turned a two hour bus ride into four. The landscape was pretty desolate for most of the trip but some quaint hillside villages along the way added charm to an otherwise drab scene. The bus dropped us just metres from our apartment in Valencia but because we had no keys and didn't know the address we were forced to travel across town before without dropping our bags off. After a bit of huffing and puffing we got our keys and found our apartment. Inside we were greeted by Gabriella from Sweden and we later met Else from Holland and Annette from Germany.
The apartment was spacious and homely if a little old and under-furnished. Our room had two twin beds and a private en suite to boot. It was flooded with natural light and had built in wardrobes. After having a quick chat to our new house mates we decided to go shopping. To our dismay we were told that the nearest full sized supermarket that was open on a Sunday was a 20 minute bus ride away, our only other option was the oddly stocked supermarket downstairs which seemed to sell only Ukrainian products. We found a few ingredients which looked like they might belong in a pasta and for the first time in months cooked our own meal.