A rebel without a clue.

Slight hangover this morning. Having first coffee at just after 7:30 as the world wakes up in Sevilla. Waited for a call yesterday from the Podiatry Service in Leeds around 3pm(2pm local time) but I have no missed calls so sent an email. The night guy last night is Brasilian ... They're everywhere. I've probably just sold him on a trip to Manchester as it's far cheaper than London, but he would like to see the Natural History Museum... That makes sense. I visited it with my big, but sadly deceased, sister Julia when I was either 10 or 11. I recall having a migraine on the final day - I think I was over stimulated. I owe for a beer and need to rent a towel to get clean as will be sensible this day. Need to be catching the bus at 4:30am tomorrow ... Sight seeing. Walking through the gorgeous Geography and History section of the University of Sevilla Facultad Geografía e Historia which was a tobacco factory? Royal in fact! So back to the hostel for a cleanse... I almost went t...

All fine. Packed up and stepped out to locate coffee. Down to the bridge? But, no, what's this? No coat! Well that's a first. And it's drizzling... Then it's raining. I had to laugh. That was a very good night's sleep in room 104. Took me 30 minutes to locate a coffee nearby the railway station. Another one opens nearer the river at 7:30, but this one is nearer the morning activities, but it's Buondi, not Delta ... The Brasilian from Recefe was very quietly, beautifully sleeping. And reminds me of Jorge Ben! Coffee flavoured sweet. I've been carrying a couple since Bushido, they're getting more gooey. Which reminds me of getting the sack from Linton Springs for helping myself to Tia Maria from the patisserie chefs stash without being invited: he was literally flirting with me a couple of days prior - the big whoopsy - and gave me a tipple and in my innocence I thought it was an open invitation, but it was an invitation to be accused of stealing bottles o...