Our trip to Madrid began with a train problem, meaning we had to catch a bus to the first stop. This would have been fine if not for the fact there were a bunch of teenage chaps sitting behind us who still sounded like they had a bit of a buzz on from the night before. One lady (baby in tow) they frequently targeted with their carry on got her own back by getting up and going to sit right next to them with the baby, classic.We stayed at the same hostel in Madri...

We kept up our touristic naivety by rocking up to Bilbao which was also in the middle of its annual festival. We had to walk through the middle of the site for it to get to the old town where we stayed. A bit different to San Sebastian's version, it had many stages set up for bands to perform and even more big long bars set up serving all the Kalimotxo and Sangria you could handle. One thing that did stay the same though is the obsession with fireworks, and th...

San Sebastian was swamped with people, and we soon found out we had accidentally happened upon the last two days of their annual festival. This pretty much consists of lots of street acts, parades, fireworks at 11pm and then everyone staying up drinking while the marching band makes a racket until 7am. The first of two places we stayed at in SS was located smack in the middle of the old town, the focal point for the festival action. We didn't take long to get ...