We talked a bit and met later that night in Podium. She was about 10 years older than me, and so horny that I forgot all about Italy and all the other crap. We got drunk together and went to her flat (I was living in the hostel again). She had a strange flat. No hot water, only cold water outside on the landing. There was no toilet in the flat either, that was on the landing too. Actually, looking back, it wasn't really a flat, it was a room with a door and window. There was a stove to heat the place – which they’d decided to put in the room instead of out on the landing – nifty idea. She liked it because it was cheap and basic. Basic, that was a nice way to describe it.

Anyway, I didn't go there to look at the flat as you can imagine, she was hot stuff. It was the beginning of a romance that lasted about 3 weeks. In those 3 weeks we went to Spain for a week, afterwards, I hitch hiked to England and back, afterwards it ended. Short and stormy.

She was very nice, giggled a lot too, liked going out and getting drunk, and having sex.
What more could I want? (A flat with hot water and a toilet.)

As I said, we went to Spain for a week. That was the second November week. We were planning on staying much much longer, but the weather was terrible and a few things happened that some of you may call bad luck.

She went to Innsbruck first to visit her mother for a couple of days, I caught the train from Salzburg and she joined me there. We headed out over Switzerland and across France direction Portbou on the Spanish/French border. We had to wait about 6 hours in Lyon though which was creepy. The Station was full of drunk strange people, you had to look after your stuff. It was night, only one of us could sleep at once for fear of something being nicked.

This bloke came up to me and said:
„You’re english too aren’t ya, knew you were, knew you were!“
„I got locked out of me hotel, „ he said, „don’t like disturbing them so late at night, so I thought I’d take a nick here.“
He actually looked like that had happened to him every night for the last 4 years...

We arrived safely in Portbou, went down to the beach and met someone we knew, he was there with a camping bus and a friend and a big dog.
We slept on the beech that night. Next day it rained and rained and rained. We didn't have enough money to stay in hotels all the time, but we had to in the end.

The others wanted to go on down to the south, the dog with the guy were meant to be taking the train back later. Afterwards I heard dogs aren’t allowed in trains in spain (The trains in spain are mostly on the plains – something like that – without dogs of course) - and he’d heard it too and had to fly which cost him a bit – it was a bernadine.

Here is a brief summary of my Spain experience with Cloudy:

Train, border, search, beach, friends, wine, sleep, rain, wet, hills, flood, hotel, food, wine, walk, late trains, hotel, train, orange trees, late trains, Barcelona, wrong station, eat, watch, hotel, Valencia, rain, flooding, wind, wet, uncomfortable, late trains, no trains, wine, small village, man on vespa, watch, money, danger, near rape, near death, knife, brothel, near theft, run away, hotel, good sex, rain, cats, hunger, hitch hike, danger, near collision, flat tyre, drive, hitch, danger, rain, wine, Barcelelona, wine, train.

And here is a longer one.

Well, that sums it up, that took about 6 days, we thought that was enough, and jumped into the train back to Austria.
We were both sad and confused, the Spain trip was a catastrophy, we were broke too. We were heading back to Salzburg, now it was extremely cold there. I didn't know what to do and decided to visit my family, so I hitch hiked to England.