We woke up pretty late and wandered out to a small child playing with jigsaws in the kitchen. The truckers wife bought us a cup of tea and we were able to use the laptop to check our tracker, which was looking pretty impressive. She told us her husband would be back soon and started to make us some food.
When he returned I was offered more beer and then we ate what was basically fried potatoes and green beans but somehow she made it taste amazing. After eating we got our stuff, said goodbye and made our way back to the truck where we were directed to get in once again. He stopped to fill up petrol and then drove for another 20 minutes and dropped us off after a toll booth and highlighted a route on the map for us to take. After standing there for a while we were told that no one would stop if we stood there and that we should go down to a roundabout just before the toll booth.
After about twenty minutes we got picked up by a couple going kayaking on an adventure holiday, who'd left their children (who were the same age as us) at home. They took us miles into Spain, and all along the motorway we could see what looked like strip clubs (we were later told they were whore houses) by all the stops and service stations. They eventually dropped us at a stopping place which had nothing but benches and boarded up buildings that I assume used to be toilets, but now people had just started urinating around them. We crossed the bridge to look at the other side which was even worse. We quickly crossed back and waited for just under an hour - there was a brief lapse were a girl came over and gave us free redbull then drove off in her redbull car - until we got picked up by a weird oldish guy who drove us to a tiny desolate town where the windows were barred and there was nothing but a flat dusty road ahead of us. It didn't look good, but we walked towards the main road holding up a sign anyway. Only four cars went past while we walked, but luckily the fourth one picked us up.
It was an adorable Spanish boy who didn't speak a lot of English, but drove us to Salamanca and then called his sister to translate for him so he could work out if we wanted to be dropped off in the middle of town or be driven out to where he lived so we could try to hitch out of the city. We eventually decided on letting him drive us to a place we could stay, which turned out to be a youth hostel. It was pretty expensive, but it was nice to have a bed again, although all I ate was vending machine food and the woman got mad because I complained that no one spoke English. (I was only half joking!) After calling my mum and looking over the map for a while I decided to get an early night for once.
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