Spain Travel Stories, Page 5


Hard to say yet, but I keep plugging away on my research, I sense there is a land route from Morroco to Egypt. This would be too cool.

I wrote a friend of mine from France that is doing something or is parked in Morroco and asked her if she knew of anyone that has went that direction?

She said,
"no, sorry, we are not that mad, neither my friends..."

I feel like the Mad Hatter and Alice in Wonderland.
Ok, so I am mad, but nonetheless, is there a route, what is the path, what is the skinny, tell me the scoop from the street level?

OK, I smell a route, so that sort of solidifies my path after I get to Amsterdam, I am going to go visit LouLou in Amsterdam because she is sending photos and that is good sign.

Go to this link and help, put it on the internet to help the world and not just

LIBYA - I think it possible for USA citizen to cross - U.S. lifts travel ban to Libya - Feb. 27, 2004

Note I would not walk across the street on the words of CNN, but it is a heads up that there is words, I just have to go find the truth now.

Nothing is more truth distorting than CNN and BBC!, clarity and truth do not coincide with the CNN and BBC. No I have to go work on Algeria...


I was very excited to have some good comments about my blog in But what is funny is that I told the people around here, and none of them had even heard of Forbes Magazine. So what is a big deal, is not a alwasys so big... hehehe


I used to work in Real Estate and maybe that makes me more aware of homes, and construction, but one of the things I miss the most when traveling is quiet. It is never quiet in places I visit. Most of the world lives in a concrete type structure. In Belgium, Switzerland, Paris, and now in Spain I have lived in a room with concrete type walls. Although Southeast Asia had bungalows made of wood materials, bamboo, other types of softer material they were paper thin. You could hear anything.

Central and South America are completely concrete type contstruction. Sometime the grass hut thing and you can hear everything.

In a concrete home you can hear anything. I am presently awake at 6 in the morning. I am trying to be very careful on how fast, or how loud I type. The owner of the apartments computer keyboard clatters when I type. Everyone in the apartment has commented on the clatter of the keys.

The bedrooms all have the hollow core type bedroom doors, and the place is small. Big in comparison to France. My friends in France did not have any bedrooms. And that seem normal for her district. Just an efficiency apartment. A big room with a bed and kitchen facility.

This apartment has 3 separate rooms and the owner a lady rents out the 2 extra rooms. Pretty nice. She gets about 700 dollars US extra a month for the 2 rooms. Like living in a nice Hostel in South America. Most Hostel in Europe do not have a Kitchen to share, so I cannot say they are the same. I believe a Kitchen to share should be part of the HOME type attitude that is suppose to have initiated the Hostel idea. A home away from home. This apartment is normal in this area of the city.

But why do the people not sound insulate their homes. This concrete stuff is noisy. The owner just got up and gave me a dirty look.... F"$·$$ her. She does not work and sleeps till noon. Stays up half the night. I would have to wait until noon to start typing. I am paying 300 Euros a month. This is good for me, and I am happy with the deal. But if I stayed around I could get a room for 200 in a better or closer area to the beach. So the money part is not that good.

I am leaving 10 days early and not getting, and have not asked for any type of discount. That is fair that I lose my 100 dollars. But in some ways I have never been able to really find the word for refund in Spanish. I do not think it exist. Like the verb to own. It does not exist. You can say you are the owner. The Dueno, but you cannot say really easily. I own this X.

The apartment includes free internet use, and this seems a common deal with rooms here. But in the fine print I found I have to use it only before 8 in the morning and after 6 at night. Marijana the girl that moved out has free internet 24 hours a day. The free internet saves me about 3 dollars a day. So I am really paying 7 dollars a day for rent in Barcelona. This is excellent for Europe. This renting a room is good.

But I go to England and stay for free with Peter. Even better and the conversation is a lot better. But Peter is very educated.

I am using the Spell Checker from It is working good now providing I do not have any quotation marks. The turn into some A with funny look from Spanish I guess.


I met Justin in Quito, Ecuador. He had traveled for a year. He is from Australia. I forgive him.
But he is trying to torture me. He knows what a person out on walkabout thinks about.
A Fridge full of food.

An Email and photo he sent. I worry a little about him. Normally he sends me picture of girlfriends.
Now it is food. hmmm?

He also has to list out what is inside.
Photo 1 - my fridge - strawberries, cream, orange
juice, fresh milk, marinating spare ribs, fresh veges
and fruit, sauces, cheeses, etc.

This and clean sheets that are fitted is what I miss a lot.


I was sitting and looking at this page. It does not say the city... aagh. I really have never looked at this page before today. But I am glad I finally found it.

That is another headache. No city. I have a page I made and am going to keep fixing it.

But I would like to make the same list with the name of the city in front of the place.
A city and a destination = less research. It really takes time to research all this in an internet cafe. It is very expensive. The guidebook helps a lot. Especially if I had one... I do not have one on Spain. 3 weeks in a country is not a reason for me to pay 35 dollars or Euros.

But... If one of you out there finds a list with the CITIES included.
Send to hoboontheroad DELETE-ALL-THIS-AND-CHANGE-TO-AT
All that to stop the spammer. Never put your email address in a guestbook!
Never put on a webpage. Spammers collect or harvest them.


Follow the lemmings to the sea and jump in...

Travelers and tourist can be... How do I say this. Idiots. The way they decide on how to look at a city is by following the advice of all their friends. Normally that just gets you to their favorite bar, and a good place to find a shag. Especially in the younger set.


My friend Peter from Iraq has a good way of making or finding the places to visit of real importance....

Go to the UNESCO list of World Heritage List

OK, I hate acronyms. UNESCO stands for a United Nations Organization...


- United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization

I am not too excited about the United Nations and all they do. Sort of a look at us type of thing. But here is a list that will help a traveler to not go crazy.



a World Heritage List of cultural and natural properties, submitted by the States Parties (COUNTRIES OF THE WORLD) and considered to be of outstanding universal value.

This is a list of places that the United Nations or UNESCO considers historically or culturally or for some reason important. That could also probably mean politically.



I am just trying to walk to the beach. All day I have wanted to go to the beach. But first I need to do business. Some days are fun days and others äre what my friend Malcolm called ...

¨Business Days.¨

Today was a business day. A day you write off as being things you have to do. So I decided to get up early and go find the India Consulate. On this trip is where I met the first Saint.

I went to the Metro to start looking for the address of the India Consulate. I went through the turnstile, and ask the policeman for help. No police are not normally the best to ask questions. But he looked harmless and he was. He did not help but pointed me back towards the new stand. I had just used my metro card, so was poorer by maybe .80 cents USA for using it. So to return out the exit would forfeit the use of my card. He said he would let me back in for free so I took his advice and talked to the Newspaper sales stand guy. Now... Latinos in my stereotype mind are not too connected with directions or time. This man was the

¨Saint of Spanish Directions.¨

He showed me on a map. Help direct me, and would not stop until I understood. This was all in Spanish.

I will try to take a photo. Someone has to photo the Saints in the world.

The place was only maybe 10 blocks away. So I got to the Consulate and found they could do nothing for me very early in the day and had my business done. Now the day is very cloudy and threatens cold all the time. A cloud goes over and the temperature drops. So I have not made it to the beach.


I start working on this rash problem. I still want something to stop the abrasion on the inside of my legs. I stumble into a pharmacy. I ask the girl at the counter about bandages. I was thinking, maybe I can get a huge bandage to stop this rash. I talked and explained, and made jokes. She says the word for bandage. I said in Spanish.

¨IF I knew the word for bandage in Spanish. I would say the word.¨ ... hehehe

I then jump to the idea of an elastic bandage. I finally say to her,

¨Can I show it to you?¨

So I pull up the swim trunks pants leg and show her. She instantly leaves. I think. He just a little leg should not scare you. But she goes and gets the saint. The Big Pharmacist. The boss or something.

He come and looks. Says Hongos, or fungus. He ask me how I got it? I said, all in SPANISH.

¨I was on the Amazon River and something in the water.

It went away with a pharmacist in Ecuador.

I went to Basra, Iraq and the heat made it go crazy.

Now I walk so much in Europe it is still going crazy.¨

He ask me more and I said more, but I am tired of typing.

In the end he keeps asking about problems. I use words like Mancha. Which is Spanish for Marks or Stains, or the little spots I have on the side of my face. We discuss the pros and cons of travel and how it is impossible to find information in other countries. I tell him they have the medicine, they just do not have as much education.

But in the end. He give me the extra strength. Anti-Hongos stuff and I want some industrial grade cleaner for my skin. He gives me the rosada. Whatever that is...?

I go to pay.

He more or less says,

¨Get out of here. Go enjoy traveling.¨

I take a photo of him.

Life is good and then you get to use the industrial grade skin cleansers.

I shortened and edited this because I have a short attention span.


I bought a sponge to clean.

I bought some dried corn to eat. Cheap.

But the chocolate in Spain is just too CHEAP.

That BIG thing of temptation is only .70 cents Euro. About the Same in USA dollars.

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