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About Valencia

But the stench, mate! Piss and cheap perfume—grim as fuck. You’d gag, swear down. “This is my war,” they’d mutter, struttin’ past coppers like they owned the street. Some punters, though—fuckin’ creeps. Saw one once, hagglin’ like it’s a car boot sale. “Twenty’s my max!” he yells. She’s like, “Piss off, I’m not Aldi!” Laughed my arse off, but it’s sad too, innit? Desperation’s a bastard.

Historia de Castro de Rei

The Del Rey boasts of rooms, each with a beautifully hand-carved mahogany door, a decent bath and a bed or two. Across from the main entrance is the Del Mar restaurant and the more .

Oh, and Pk. Luar, a small park near the old church of Santa Esperança. Chill, if you wanna have spontaneous convos 'bout life, love, and the cosmos, it is. Often find myself there, thinking, ranting, laughing, letting the city and my profession mix deeply inside me. Hmmm, maddening sometimes, but love & chaos, they rule!

Day 3 – Castro Dozon to A Laxe