Returning to the hostel to leave the car, once again over to
the old city and a wander in the opposite direction. It’s Friday night and we
unexpectedly came across a giant pot-party reminiscent of the 1960s. It is not
clear to us that marijuana is legal in this country, and the questions we
posted to the stoned festival participants provided answers that – whether from
the language barrier or the level-of-stoned barrier were simply not clear. All
fun and happy. Good music, smiling (mostly young) people. Ah, to be that
euro-backpacker that I was in 1976, once again!
Then some wandering around the old city.
Tapas for dinner...
Then desert elsewhere.
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