Enfin le récit des quelques jours à Grenades (dans l'ordre, après le post #23) - Désolé pour l'ordre aléatoire des articles ...
Après deux nuits de couchsurfing à Cordoba, je n'ai pas réussi à trouver un canapé à Granada ...tant pis, je me trouve une petite auberge de jeunesse et c'est tant mieux,parce que c'était génial !
Donc après quelques heures de bus, je me retrouve à Granada, sans carte, juste une adresse ... et comme je suis balèze, je me suis super paumé. Pas grave, j'ai marché beaucoup plus que je devais, mais j’ai fini par trouver l'auberge, et là-bas plein de nouveaux amis.
L'auberge s'appelle Makuto Backpacker, et c'est vraiment pour les backpackers (voyageurs à sac à dos) alors je rencontre plein d'autres personnes qui voyagent seules et on s'échange des trucs et astuces, des adresses, des adresses mails et des contacts.
On mange tous ensemble et on discute de tout et de rien, c'est vraiment agréable.
Le samedi, je me lève tôt pour aller visiter l'Alhambra, c'est LE truc a faire a Granada, je suis malheureusement déçu ... C'est certes très beau, mais trop touristique à mon goût ... mais bon, maintenant je peux dire que je l'ai fait :)
Le reste du week-end s'articule entre organisation, discussion, ballade dans la ville, sorties, soirées...
A noter que dimanche, j'ai rencontré par hasard deux filles que j'avais rencontrées a Ixuxu (voir post précédents). L'une d'entre elles part au Mexique depuis les canaries et veut faire du bateau-stop aussi ... peut être qu'on se croisera au Canaries ...
Et le soir, après un bar à tapas, nous allons avec Jonny (Canadien) et Georgia (Américaine) voir une Jamsession (séance d’improvisation musicale) qui a lieu dans une boite de Granada... J'ai envie de dire : Trop cool !
Le lundi, je prépare mes dernières affaires avant de prendre le bus direction Torvizcon pour rejoindre Joaquim dans sa Caseria del Mercado. En descendant du bus, je me rends compte qu'il y a deux autres Wwoofer : Lisa et Lucas (Allemands).
Et après quelques dizaines de minutes de routes de montagne, je découvre la ferme et les autres Wwoofers: Agathe (Francaise), Adrien (Francais) et Nadav (Americain).
La suite au prochain épisode.
Question du jour:
Pourquoi mes amis ont commencé à m'appeler Patate ?
--- English version ---
At last, here is the story of my few days in Granada (this should be after the post #23). Sorry for the random order of the posts !
After 2 nights of CouchSurfing at Cordoba, I couldn't find a couch in Granada... Nevermind, I find a small youth hostel and that was brilliant!
So, after few hours of bus, I find myself in Granada, without a map, just an address... and since I am good, I got completely lost! No problem, I walked a lot more than necessary but I eventually found the hostel and there, many new friends.
The Youth hostel's name is “Makuto Backpacker”, and this is really for the backpackers, so I meet a lot of people who travel alone and we exchange tricks and tips, addresses, mail addresses and contacts. We eat all together and chat about this and that, really pleasant.
On Saturday, I wake up early in order to visit Alhambra. This is THE spot to see in Granada, but I am unfortunately disappointed... Certainly, it's nice, but this is too touristic for me... At least, I can say I have done it :)
The rest of the weekend is split between organizing, chatting, walking around the streets, going out, partying...
On Sunday, by chance I came across 2 girls I met in Lxuxu (see previous posts). One of them is going to Mexico from the Canary Islands and is planning to hitch a boat too... maybe we will meet again in the Canary Islands...
In the evening, after a tapas pub, we go out with Jimmy (the Canadian) and Georgia (the American) to watch a Jam session (musical improvisation) which takes place in a night club in Granada. Awesome!
On Monday, I prepare my stuff before taking the bus towards Torvizcon, to join Joaquim in Caseria del Mercado.
While stepping out of the bus, I realize there are 2 other Wwoofers: Lisa and Lucas (from Germany).
After few tens of minutes of mountain roads, I discover the farm and the other Wwoofers: Agathe (from France), Adrien (from France) and Nadav (from the USA).
To be continued...
Question of the day:
Why did my friends started to call me "Patate" (meaning Potato)?
So, after few hours of bus, I find myself in Granada, without a map, just an address... and since I am good, I got completely lost! No problem, I walked a lot more than necessary but I eventually found the hostel and there, many new friends.
The Youth hostel's name is “Makuto Backpacker”, and this is really for the backpackers, so I meet a lot of people who travel alone and we exchange tricks and tips, addresses, mail addresses and contacts. We eat all together and chat about this and that, really pleasant.
On Saturday, I wake up early in order to visit Alhambra. This is THE spot to see in Granada, but I am unfortunately disappointed... Certainly, it's nice, but this is too touristic for me... At least, I can say I have done it :)
The rest of the weekend is split between organizing, chatting, walking around the streets, going out, partying...
On Sunday, by chance I came across 2 girls I met in Lxuxu (see previous posts). One of them is going to Mexico from the Canary Islands and is planning to hitch a boat too... maybe we will meet again in the Canary Islands...
In the evening, after a tapas pub, we go out with Jimmy (the Canadian) and Georgia (the American) to watch a Jam session (musical improvisation) which takes place in a night club in Granada. Awesome!
On Monday, I prepare my stuff before taking the bus towards Torvizcon, to join Joaquim in Caseria del Mercado.
While stepping out of the bus, I realize there are 2 other Wwoofers: Lisa and Lucas (from Germany).
After few tens of minutes of mountain roads, I discover the farm and the other Wwoofers: Agathe (from France), Adrien (from France) and Nadav (from the USA).
To be continued...
Question of the day:
Why did my friends started to call me "Patate" (meaning Potato)?
Je me souviens seulement que cela date du lycée, voir de la fin du collège mais le reste, j'ai oublié...Alzheimer...
RépondreSupprimerCela vient bien du Lycee !
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