We caught Bus 32 to the Alhambra. As soon as we saw that it was a tiny bus (seating for 8 and standing for lots) we knew we were in for a Bus 37 type trip.
It climbed up and around but negotiated the tight corners only using half the footpath. The trip down was a different matter. We had a mad Spanish driver who either hated tourists or would have preferred to have been enjoying a siesta.
The cobblestones were negotiated at over 80 km ph. It was like spending time on a body vibrator. With some final abuse, we were ejected before we really wanted to get off but the few minutes walk gave our bottoms time to return to 'normal' shape.
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Remember those fat blasters, where you put a big belt around your bum and it vibrated to shake all the fat off? If you guys come home skinnier, I am totally never going to believe it was all those stairs - it was this bus ride, for sure.
Sounds like the driver could easily pick up work driving buses in Sydney should he ever want to migrate.
Matt said "No, the driver wasn't mad, that's just normal..."
For a Spanish driver maybe?
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