Yes I did get into Libya, but I was turned around because I didn´t have a press card.
So, I went back to the border point and re-entered Egypt.
That´s it, that´s my war story. Lame I know, but I was really only going there as a pornographer in the words of Anthony Loyd who wrote ¨My War Gone By, I Miss It So¨, which chronicles his times in Bosnia during the 1990´s. My War Gone By
Sheikh Said - my former boss - laughed at me when I returned to the Venice Hosokawaya in Cairo.
So, I stayed in Cairo, got a ticket for Spain with the intention of studying there for three months, missed my flight - I don´t know how - and then made it to Spain.
Slept in a stairwell for five days while I tried to sort things out with the VA and the University but it was a No-Go and I´d have to wait until Spring.
ATM card stopped working as I confused my library PIN or something with my banking one and my card was flagged.
´Leaving Leon, Palencia´
Hitchhiked to Palencia, found a party, found a nice girl named Ana, and she wanted to kiss but I told her she should wait for love, a few more Calimochos, and she disappeared into the night and her friends told her she got fed up with me or something. Peace be with her and may she find a good husband.
The next day I wake up in a park, my head is buzzing and I´m cold but the effects of the alcohol seemed to allow to me ignore the 5 - 10 degree temperature, and I made it through fine.
Hitchiked to Valladollid, then got picked up by a Bulgarian and his kid.
Dropped off on the highway and then picked up by a man going to visit his father in Salamanca.
´Salamanca´
Sleeping under the arch of an old church near the Gran Via, eating at the La Gente Sin Fronteras - fish, bread, soup of lentils, assorted dishes, good quality - sleeping at the Cruz Roja for 6 nights with dinner and coffee for breakfast.
Met an Algerian and Moroccan and a guy from the Congo. Hung out. A nicely dressed street guy at Cruz Roja gives me a good fitting pink shirt for my travels.
The Moroccon is lost and the Algerian - Salah, is trying to work in Spain or France. He´s a good man, but the conditions of law make it difficult for him to integrate/work.
´En Vivo´
A Christian organization called En Vivo. Its a good group that have excellent programs three to four nights a week with Christian themes. Coffee and Tea during English Hour and good company and a great guy named Hernan. Peace be on them all, but he´s exceptional, may he have a happy marriage.
´Leaving Salamanca´
Off to Andalucia.
Its time to go. Start walking 5 km to the roadway, get picked up by some Gitanos who drop me in the middle of the countryside near a gas station.
5 hours nothing. Siesta on the on ramp and then I start walking.
A mother, father and their two young kids pick me up, take me to the next town.
From there I buy Baguette and begin walking again to the South.
A Hungarian on his way to Seville then stops, picks me up and we go all the way to Seville.
Parts delivered to an aerospace company near the airport and then I´m dropped off to Seville, thanks Jozef!
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