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I actually had a great weekend in Madrid before I got sick. I stayed with a friend from UTS, Monique, who's a little bit crazy but absolutely hysterical. She slept on an air mattress and let me sleep on her bed. The first night though, Breda and I thought we'd splurge and booked into a 2 star hotel where we got our own ensuite and didn't have to share the room with anyone else. No smelly guys for us!
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The bear kissing the tree/bush/shrubbery is supposed to be a symbol of Madrid but I don't know what it's symbolising. I expected it to be a lot bigger. We found it by accident, and I thought it was a statue of the real statue that was actually twice the size, but no, that's it.
At night, Breda wanted to go to the Hard Rock Cafe, but there was a one and a half hour wait, so we went to Chueca instead, which was supposed to
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have great tapas and cool nightclubs. Some guy followed us down the street attempting to speak to us and it was only five minutes later that I realised he'd said 'Goodbye beautiful' to me in Chinese. Atrocious accent.
I actually got asked for ID at a club! In a country where the youth start drinking at 12 or 13! I must look 10. Unfortunately, I didn't have any because it all got stolen, so we went to another club where there weren't any
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scruples about age. (Spot the cow in the background of the photo of Breda and me.) We got home at around 3 am, but it was actually 4 am because of daylight saving, which we hadn't realised. I saw a few clocks that were an hour faster than my watch in some shops, but I just assumed the people were being stupid and playing a prank on their customers.
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The next morning, we went to El Rastro, supposedly one of the biggest markets in Europe. It was interesting, but as the crowd grew, I became increasingly paranoid about my bag and pickpockets. Breda tripped over a pole sticking out of the ground and banged her knee. She left on Sunday night because she had classes on Monday, but when she got back to Logrono at 4 am, her knee had swollen up so much she went to Emergency to get x-rays. It is now swaddled in bandages for the next ten days.
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