We were in Grenada for all of 40 hours, so it was a bit of a pit stop really, but a lot of fun. Zac and I stumbled into the other boys on our way to the hostel, and excitedly shared stories of the two cities we had each visited. That night we went on a Tapas tour organized by the hostel, by the tapas was like frozen pizza and stuff so we split and made our own tour. Later the same night I had a lovely jam session with a British guy on a ancient keyboard and a tambourine. Good times. The next day we visited the ruins Alhambra and the beautiful surrounding gardens not unlike Sintra in Lisbon, Portugal. We then perused the millions of cheap stores selling irresistible stuff we don't need. And that night at 10pm we took the hot springs tour. This involved us climbing into a van with two obese Spanish ladies who spoke no English. As we driven further and further out of town and onto the freeway we began to wonder just where these springs were especially when we took the exit labelled 'airport'. Fortunately we turned off again before catching any flights, off the road and onto a dirty path which was so bumpy that we went at about 2km/h the entire time. Eventually we got there. There was a pitch black little pond in the middle of the dirt which our portly and now semi-naked drivers wasted no time in entering. We lay in the steaming hot water and stared at the stars. Shooting stars and eggy sulphur smell all night. A truly unique experience. And that was our 40 hours in Grenada. Not that much to say about it, except that it's three days until the Tomato Festival :D