Morocco-Andalucia, Day Twelve: Coming Home

Since we were all still whacked from yesterday's queueing up, we agreed on allowing ourselves a lazy start this morning. We were supposed to meet at 10am for breakfast, but it turned out that the Spanish are even more lazy (something to do with an election that day) and didn't open up their cafes till 11. We managed to finally leave our hotels at around 11:30.

The plan was to hang out in Granada during daylight for once, finally splitting up with the girls who would catch their bus, with us guys going on to check out the mosque and Sierra Nevada before catching our flight to London. On reaching the town centre however we found it to be totally and utterly dead with not much to do. We then decided to head off to Sierra Nevada together instead.

Sierra Nevada was pretty awesome. The views were amazing and for me the mountain driving tremendously fun - even though the diesel was a struggle to put up with. After an hour or so driving we ended up in a ski resort that was still in season where we played in the snow for a bit. It was all very similar to what I saw during my trip to Geneva but this time in the south of Spain. Very odd that.

After lunch on the mountain we headed back to Granada where we dropped off the girls at the bus stop. After saying our goodbyes we finally headed off, sad that we were back down to three from the seven yesterday.

We continued with our original itinerary and searched out the mosque. It took us a while, ironic since it was just next door to a popular Alhambra viewing point. We offered our Zhur and Asr and then looked for some food for the flight back. We managed to get a final kebab, even though it meant pooling all of the money we had together to do so, the one final lucky break for the trip which seemed to have been full of them.

The rest of the day was just getting back. After around 900km of driving (map here), the Spanish chapter of my trip was finally coming to an end. Looking back, I've done a lot over the last twelve or so days - and an incredible amount if you also consider Jerusalem and Jordan too. I've seen so many different things, met so many different people and had so many different experiences I don't think I've ever had a more complete time away from home.

The past three weeks really do feel like three months, and although I'm glad to be back without any further holidays planned I think I'm going to miss the freedom of being able to do what I did. One thing is for certain though: I'm definitely glad I don't have to go back to work quite yet!