Still moving and heading north up to Pamplona, via Zaragoza on a Renfe train.
The Loft last night was a modern, well designed hostel in Lavapies, a gritty, urban area of downtown Madrid near to Atocha Station.
‘Atocha’ means ‘shithole’ in Spanish and is used to describe one of the most over-complicated, incomplete and incompetent rail hubs I’ve come across for a while…I was glad to leave!
Primal Scream kicking us off on this blog, you can’t wrong with a Bobby Gillespie song - this from 1991.
“I'm moving on up now, getting out of the darkness
My light shines on, my light shines on, my light shines on…”
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