M A D R I D 
![]() The Plaze de Cibeles and the Palacio de Linares, Madrid, Spain |
Another night on a train, but this was a little more comfortable as the luggage racks and seats doubled as what were actually quite comfortable beds. Upon arrival in Madrid, we went for a much-needed shave and freshen up, which went some way to help us get over two nights of sleeping on trains.
The underground system in Madrid was absolutely immaculate, coming only a close second to the one in Singapore (but without all the threats of fines). We got a ten-ticket pack between us and set off to see the sites. We found Madrid very uninspiring, so we ended up looking for something else to do. After a quick check in our books, we decided to travel out to a nearby town called Toledo.
Allan and I did return here again several years later on the day of Allan's wedding. Eva, his new wife, was from Madrid, so that is where the wedding took place and I was invited.