I travelled through the autonomous community of Andalucia to head into Jaén today. Every inch of Andalusia is covered with waves of olive trees. They are planted in lines, which makes sense, so it makes for interesting patterns on the hills!
I rode through Villanueva del Arzobispo this morning that had a bullring. There were adverts around the town for a bull fight in about two weeks. Interestingly, there was a chapel inside the bullring.
It was closed, but I could see the gates into the arena and the seating area.
Here's some information about the bullring.
Soon enough, I arrived in Jaén and immediately got lost! The GPS seemed to be unable to locate itself. I needed to buy food, so I followed the signs for a supermarket. Two laps of the city just for good measure. And, I didn't get my knee down!
By the time I found the supermarket, I was so incredibly hungry. I wolfed down a Spanish omelette, nectarine and nuts. My budget for food is £5 each day, so I watch the price of food very carefully!
One of my tasks has been to source a new set of tyres before entering Africa. A motorcycle shop responded to an email today asking that I call them. My UK sim card is effectively useless for phone calls, so I jumped on the free WiFi in a restaurant. Thought I could simply use WhatsApp or Skype to call a Spanish mobile. The call would cut out because of the weak WiFi signal and/or speed. Thought I could simply find a public telephone booth. The ladies in the information kiosk at the supermarket didn't know where to find one. I assume they understood the few words of Spanish that I can muster up. Anyway, I succumbed to stumping up some cash for a SIM card. First thing I did was upload some blog posts. It was 100 times faster than free WiFi. I couldn't believe it!
I also contacted the motorcycle shop and followed up with that. I'll post more on that soon.
Feeling hot, flustered and slightly dehydrated, I left the supermarket to find torrential rain had set in. Ah. I needed to find refuge. I frantically started searching for cheap accommodation and found a hostel 3 miles away. By the time I arrived, I was reasonably wet! I called my brother for a chat and relaxed. What a day!
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