We rolled into Madrid and somehow found a park right in the middle of town. This is miraculous as it's Spain's biggest and most formidable city. That underground carpark was to become the base camp for the SiroWak crew for one memorable but totally forgetten evening. All our intentions to get to know the real Madrid went out the door when we joined a tapas tour and discovered that beers cost one euro twenty. Yep one single euro and twenty cents. Faaaaantastic. So the majority of the crew deposited themselves in a beautiful little tapas bar just off Plaza de sol and drank for about eight hours. Once we resurfaced the day had escaped us so we decided the best plan of attack would be to look for a party. I think we went to about seventeen different bars, sat ourselves infront of an updraphting grate and watched girls skirts get blown up and just generally created mayhem. The level of female beauty in Madrid is second to nowhere i have seen in the world.
We ended the night sleeping in our underground palace and im pretty sure the temperature didn't get below fifty degrees. But we did it.
Next stop Valencia.
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