Tuesday, November 24, 1998
I had hoped to make it to Algeciras before dark, but I got a late start. My new goal was to reach Seville. I had no idea what an ordeal crossing the Algarve by train would be. We stopped at even the tiniest stations, and I had two 40-minute layovers. The train doesn't continue into Spain, instead you have to walk to the ferry terminal, cross the river by ferry, and walk to the bus station on the Spanish side.
A couple I had met on the train walked with me to the ferry terminal. He is Brittish, and she is German. I don't remember their names, but they were a very interesting couple. They lived aboard their 30-foot sailboat and sailed from port to port. They were currently docked in Portugal getting parts and doing service, preparing for their trip across the Atlantic this spring. I found the stories of their travels around the world quite fascinating and wished I had more time to talk to them.
The sailors, on the ferry to Spain
By the time I got to the bus station on the Spanish side, it was late in the afternoon, and I knew I wouldn't even make it to Seville. The next bus in that direction got me to Huelva just before dark. I stayed in a "real" hotel (Hotel Costa de la Luz) for the first and only time of the trip. The room was nice, complete with about a hundred channels on the TV, though I didn't get much enjoyment from the all-Spanish programming. I did get a good night's sleep, though.