The old city, which seems to be most of it is walled. A bit like York, except it’s got all its walls,
not just little bits here and there. It is also a twist turny place, and as you walk through you see
your fellow tourists with the same map turning it round and round trying to find out where
the heck they are. “Usted esta aqui”. I don’t feel I should help anyone out, as it spoils the game.
What adds to the confusion is that the city is in 3D, as there are some covered walkways,
in fact tunnels here and there and the map is only 2D of course. There are plenty of bars
to fall into to ease the pain, but all in all it’s a treasure hunt, you are well rewarded by church
after mosque after museum.
As to be expected there are lots of knife shops. As in Crockadile Dundee you call that a knife?!
( The ?! is called an interrobang and it is quite interesting ). The picture of the knife shop didn’t
come out well, but it was a shop of knives and what’s more swords, I was very tempetd to
buy an Excalibur, for under 200 euros, and they even had whole suits of armour, which would
look good in my new home. Anyways….
Being male, I am a good map reader, and found the torture exhibition by instinct
( and a little map reading ).
Here are a few pictures on that fascinating subject.
Now this one they lower you onto it. The point goes up your arse, or front bottom depending
and they raise or lower the ropes. Now the point of it is, that you have to stay tense to stop
the point of it going inside you so you cannot relax for a moment. 10 out of 10 for
whoever invented that one.
And the Iron Lady, always popular.
All righty! A mask, appently made to make you look a cunt rather than to torture you, but they had to fill the place up as it was very small, but on the other hand was only 3 euros to go in.
Last but not least the uncomfy chair. It is full of spikes, and if that didn’t get you talking, then they would light a fire under the seat just to break the ice.
The city is multy level so involves a lot of climbing, so I was glad to have passed a Guinness sign, retraced my steps and went back for a cool one. It was just a hook ;-(. The bar keep said it went off in hot weather, but he offered me a Belgian dark beer which tempted me to stay. ( Free tapas also ).
They payed Van Morrison music, maybe to make up for the lack of Guinness, and the bar lady hummed along sadly. She said she was from Peru. Maybe she was missing the llamas?
A few beers later and it was time to navigate the the game of “adventure” once again. L, R, R,U,D ,D,L, free the bird! ( sorry about this, as almost no one played “adventure” on a PDP/11 did they? ).
Still more to see and do here in Toldeo, but time is pressing, and Madrid calls por la mañana.