I forgot to write about this, I took the bus to Motril last week. Two seats up and one seat over there was a couple who made out aggressively for the whole 6 hours. Not an exaggeration either, I knew they were still going at it because I herd them the whole way. Very loud kissers. I felt so bad for the poor fellows who picked the seats directly behind them. Had I been even a seat closer I would have more seriously considered if I could translate "get a room" properly.
Luckily, the man I sat next to was very interesting. His name was Alberto, he grew up all over the world, he has lived in Buenos Aries, Cairo, Boston, Madrid and a few others I cannot remember. He took a road trip from Boston Massachusetts to Peru in a VW van. Right now he is a film maker. He is working on a documentary about a Sikh Indian population trying to immigrate to Spain but are somehow now living in a forest in North Africa. As you can tell I struggled to follow all of the details. The picture I took looks quite miserable but the drive was actually quite pretty through the Sierra Nevada mountains.
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