Day 1 According to the flickery screen infront of me we are at 1960ft. The outside air temperature is 57ºF amd we are om am aeroplane that is apparently 1/10 of the size of Spain. We are sat in our economy patterned seats in Madrid waiting for our 13 hour journey to South America. As a result most of our surrounding travellers are Spanish, their tongues flickomg away in loud, excited conversation. Occasionally a fellow backpacker will shuffle past, blushing with iconic English embarrassment, before tripping into their seat. "I´ve now been hit in the face, twice." Grumbles Jo, as she turns to scowl at the unsettled family behind her. "Make that three." She says dodging between a duty free bag and a rucksack. I smile and turn back to the screen to see an advert
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