The morning dawned, as so often happens after the evening, and we packed our stuff, used our last breakfast tickets at the disappointing hotel restaurant, and made our way to the metro station. Last stop – Tapo, the name of the bus station servicing the south. Finding the stop posed no particular challenge, located as it was on the train line. Finding the massive bus station proved more difficult, perhaps more difficult than it should have been. It required a few random flights of stairs, strange doors and guesswork, the experience enhanced by the fact there was now four people involved in said guesswork. By the time the we found it the buses were full – only to be expected in the week before Christmas. The bus terminal itself was very flash, a large circle with
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