Next leg to Faro

This part was going to test our stress levels.
We had wanted to get to Seville early on the 18th because we weren't sure when the bus went through to Portugal. The website we had used said 3 times a week but the guy at our hotel found another company that went daily, much to our relief. Because the banks were shut the day we arrived in Bahia Sur (Friday) we had to wait til 9 for one to open so we could exchange our US to Euro. So after changing our money we jumped into a cab and headed off to the train station in time to catch one up to Seville, without any more dramas.
Once the train arrived in Seville it was off to the bus station, via taxi once more, to buy bus tickets to Faro, in Portugal. The bus wasn't leaving for another 2 1/2 hours so we wandered around the area close to the bus station. We have decided to definitely return to Spain before returning home to NZ. There is so much to see and do there.
We were a little confused about the border crossing because there was none. Very strange!
It must have been after 2.30 when we checked into the hotel, dropped of our bags and headed to the port area. There were bikes everywhere. The look on Tony's face, you would have sworn he'd gone to heaven. Our whole visit was based in the proximity of these bikes. Our last night in Faro was spent with a wonderful Irish couple, Declan & Geri, who had ridden from Ireland all the way to Faro on their motorbike. I think Faro is going to be the highlight of this holiday for Tony. Our hangovers the next morning didn't help either of us as there was a long drive to Alcacer ahead of us. At least I managed to get a few zzzz in.

Selfie in Seville.

Seville train station makes Auckland look tiny.

Bikes, bikes and more bikes

A patch with a message

Pork is everywhere in Portugal.

Pork sandwich and a beer for dinner our first night in Faro

The convention happens every year, hence this sculpture

He even got to watch from our terrace

This is a beautiful church which has a chapel of bones behind it.

Inside the chapel of bones. Over 1200 skulls of monks
that had been buried in the old cemetery.

For sale. Any offers?

Trish, Geri and I after a few beers and Sangria.
Looks like they had mojitos too.

With my Ireland hoodie in front of Declan's bike. Thanks Dec and Geri!