Spanish Beaches and Bars - A Normal Brit Holiday
July 27th 1990 That night was the first of many on trains, giving us a taste of what was to come. The train terminated at Irum on the boarder with Spain. After going through a pitiful excuse for a customs office, where you were required just to flash something that vaguely resembled a passport, we caught a 'bone-shaker' train the short way to San Sebastian.
We first walked into town to get some money, althoug
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