Granada

 Right apologies for the vulgarity of the last blog. I’ll tone it down this time. 

After a rather tame shuttle (3 hours is nothing to us now), we rock up in another colonial city. Out for a typical burrito and gallon of water we then decide to hit the sights. Prefer this one to Leon but all pretty similar. Caught the first part of the Test in the afternoon before the Bristol Bunch rocked up so out for pizza with them. Not bad. 

It’s a chill morning at the hostel accompanied with a burger and a game of UNO. We then begin preparation for the Treehouse Rave. There’s are rather poorly written Sun article about it if you’re interested. Rum as the alcohol and coke as  the mixer are chosen and then it’s on to an old American school bus before we head off into the jungle. Change transport to the back of a Hilux pick up and up into the mountains. A further 10 minute hike up some rocks. Why didn’t they install stairs? How did they get the materials to build the treehouse up here? Anyway, we reach the top and are hit with techno music. Ffs not again. Cheap beer and dancing to follow before we head off home. 

Up and off for some pancakes and a shuttle down to the beach. 

Stay groovy,

Charles

P.s. I promise we’re not alcoholics. :)