The bus departed early and we said goodbye to Portugal and Hola! to Spain, as we arrived in Seville at about lunch time. The Spanish sun was shining as we left the bus & started to make our way through the streets to dump our packs at the hostel. As we left the depot and started to get in to the centre, we were hit by a wall of people, which you don't really want with a large pack on your back. Most people were dressed in their finery with the women dressed in black. We had stumbled in on their Easter celebrations. We managed to get to our hostel and relieve ourselves of our possessions. We then headed back out in to the city to explore. People kept heading in different directions to see the different processions that happened all day and night. In fact they kept going until the next morning. Ourselves though wanted to see a bit of the city so had a bit of a wander before we joined a free walking tour outside Seville Cathedral. Here we got a quick run down on the history of the city. We then set off as the bells rang loudly for minutes at 4.30pm, signifying what, we weren't quite sure? We then headed in to hear the horrible history from the Jewish Quarter. This was also where Don Juan was meant to operate. From there we stopped at various points to hear quite a few stories which I couldn't possibly remember. Our tour finished 3 hours later and we said our goodbyes to the guide. From here we wandered for a while and found ourselves at a procession. The processions consist of hundreds of men dressed in the same outfits as the KKK. All that is visible is the hands and eyes. They do however come in different colours depending on which church they belong to. Apparently there is 50,000 of them for the processions. Anyways they hold these candles about 2 metres long. Further down is a float with an icon like Jesus or Mary on it. Made of wood these things are huge. They are carried by about 8 guys and this seems to be what all the passion is all geared towards. As it neared us a man started singing some Spanish Jesusy song from a balcony for a couple of minutes. When he went finished the crowd went crazy. Then the float moved on, but when I say moved on, it went 20 steps then stopped for a bit. After the float, came a few more hundred KKK members. Now when you have hundreds of members of a parade and they have a rest every 20 steps it takes forever. So we got bored and pushed through the crowd to get away. We probably saw about 20 of the parades throughout the next few hours. Not so much by choice, more that every direction you went was one, which made getting around a pain. We had been recommended to see the midnight parade so we decided to hike down to Plaza de Espana to fill in some time after a crappy Tapas feed. It took us an hour to get down there due to all the detours we had to take. Just as we arrived they had started locking the gates. Huge waste of time, although we did manage to sneak in for a quick photo when the guard wasn't looking. Then it was the long slog back to the centre, where we sat on steps waiting for the procession. However, at about 12.30am it showed no sign of arriving and we'd had enough and were tired so returned to our dorm room for a crappy night's sleep as the festival raged outside. The feeling in the city was amazing and we were glad to be a part of it, as it will be a once in a lifetime thing. But processioned out? Yeah, pretty much.