We've now left Portugal behind us, after a great 4 nights at the Rising c*** (rooster)hostel in Lagos. The hostel was awesome, with a great lounge featuring a massive movie collection – perfect for recovering from the night before. Mama, who runs the place, cooks crepes in the morning until they're coming out your ears, and she also makes great lemon tea. There were heaps of great bars and clubs around the hostel too, so we always bumped into people we'd met at the hostel. We've made some great new friends who we hope to catch up with (or crash on their couch) in the future. We had to stay an extra night in Lagos, as the bus to Sevilla dosen't run on Sundays, but we weren't at all upset to stay another night.

Lagos itself is a nice little beach town. It wasn't as touristy at Albeifura either, which was nice. There were heaps of nice, sheltered little beaches to relax on, and the coastline near the town was all eroded cliffs. We didn't get a chance to take a boat trip around the Grottos, since the booze cruise was canned – as Zilla mentioned earlier.

There was a great little cafe called the Odeon, run by a couple of americans, that had great cheap food, and I think we ate there half the times we went out to eat. Great breakfast, and hamburgers – particularily the Aussie Burger.

We caught the bus to Sevilla, in Spain yesterday. The town is completely packed, as Semana Santa (holy week) is on. They have processions through the streets all week, starting at churches, where they walk around with big pointy hats. It's a bit different. We got caught in the middle of it all on the way from the bus to the hostel. At one stage, we were walking along one of the streets that the procession was about to head along, so there were heaps of people lining the streets. There were six of us, all with huge packs, and we think that some of the kids thought we were part of it as they were waving at us! We visited the main cathedral today, apprently it's one of the biggest in Europe. It was pretty massive, and very amazing. There was a heap of priests (around 300) and an arch-bishop in a procession inside, all singing as they went. I'm not a very religious person at all, but it was an awesome sight.

Hopefully tonight we'll be able to get a better look at some of the processions before we head to Barcelona tomorrow on the night train to meet up with Nics for Easter.

Adios,

Paul.