We arrived at the bus station with plenty of time to spare so that we could sort ourselves out and find out where to go. It got to about 15 minutes before our journey for a bus to Cordoba to be displayed. We queued up only to be told this was not our bus. Luckily we bumped into a girl from our hostel who was also getting the same bus. She could speak Spanish too, which was an advantage. We found out that we were in fact looking for the wrong bus and, after trying and failing to get on another bus, were told ours would be late. The bus eventually arrived about 45 minutes late.
The seats were not very comfortable and the bus sounded like it had seen better days.
After a couple of detours down some roads, in a pretty dodgy looking neighbourhood, that clearly weren't designed with large buses in mind, it became clear that we were lost. That, and the fact the driver had to pull over to ask for directions. When we eventually found ourselves out of the city, it was dinner time. Luckily there was both meat and a vegetarian option. Both looked as appealing as the neighbourhood we had previously been lost in. It was a salad which mainly consisted of carrot. There was some rice, a roll of cheese and a folded up piece of some sort of salami. The norovirus doesn't have a taste, but if it did, I imagine it would be similar to how this meat tasted, it was pretty horrendous at best. Along with the salad, there was a cake. The cake was so dry I think it absorbed 70% of the water in my body. Accompanying this was some sort of custard stuff, it didn't have much of a taste so was probably the best bit. The vegetarian meal was similar. Only the meat, cheese and rice was substituted with tomato and radish, it too was very carrot heavy. In place of the cake, there were two packs of crackers. They must be a fan of dry food here as no butter or spread was provided. After finishing food at around midnight it was time for sleep.
I woke up at around 6:30 to find the bus was stopped at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. After around 20 minutes, some strange noises and no explanation as to why we had stopped, we were back on the road. The 'breakfast' was as inspiring as the meal the night before. We were given a biscuit, which the appearance whilst opening, on first impression, wouldn't look out of place on an STD awareness presentation. The taste wasn't much better either, and the coffee that came with it tasted like feet.
Towards the end of the journey the bus pulled in to what we thought was a station. Although it soon became apparent that we were actually at the bus depot and we had stopped so that someone could carry out some minor repairs on the bus. This did not fill us with much confidence.
Soon after, we arrived in Cordoba two hours later than was anticipated. But at least we made it. Unfortunately neither of us decided to take any photos of this part of our adventure. A decision I doubt we will regret.
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