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Return to Madrid

The road trip back to Madrid was a long one. I left Torla at about 1:30pm and got back to the hostel around 11:30pm. All the time switching from bus to bus, although this time getting back to Madrid was a lot easier than finding the Pyrenees. Most Spaniards have heard of and know where Madrid is.

As I was laying down to get some shut-eye I hear this woman start moaning (at this point let me describe the physical positioning of my room: it faces into a quad that goes from the ground floor to the eighth floor. I'm on about the fourth floor. Because of this long quad/vent thing you can't hear where the noise is coming from as is echoes up and down the vent!). At first I was quite taken aback. Then it starts getting louder. All sorts of moans and groans that just seem to be going on for an age. If I weren't so tired I might have enjoyed the voyeur element a bit more, but I just waited for them to get on with it.

And so I waited. This guy was a champ. If I knew who he was I would proclaim him my hero, he was making the most of his time. Her moaning just got more and more ecstatic, louder with more guttural groans, until... there was silence!

Thank goodness I thought to myself, but no. With real consideration and passion in her voice (with a slight American accent I have to add!) she askes "So, are you satisfied now?" .

"After all of that I hope he IS!!!" some guy blurts out. What a laugh I had after that.