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, although we had to wait in a square for an hour until the bank opened. My credit card would not authorise for some reason, which was very, very worrying as that was supposed to be keeping me alive for the next month. Spent a relaxing day slobbing on the beach catching some long missed rays. At least we did until early in the afternoon when
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