So friends let me tell a tale of two clueless American
tourists. We went out for dinner at 9
pm, normal Spanish dining time, and looked for the time of the last bus back to
the hostel before we sought out a restaurant.
Well we finished in plenty of time to make the last bus at
11:30 and got to the bus stop where we saw the number 28 bus, and climbed
aboard. The bus took off and we were just flying to our destination as rider
after rider got off. Finally we were the only two passengers aboard. The driver
stopped and said “all off”. At this point I went up and asked when he was
continueing to the hospital (our stop) and asked “is this the end of the line.”
He looked as us with one of those “Oh my god, I am stuck with morons”
expressions.
The best part! I said
"we will get a taxi" and he said "I will drop you at a taxi stand." So we tore
around town and the driver realized there were no taxi stands. So he drops us
at the soccer stadium, which happens to be a stop for the 26 bus – the correct
bus.
Rick gets off to see the fans celebrating, a bus comes, and I
ask if it is going to the hospital – because it is the 26 bus. But it is not
going to the hospital, it is going the other way. A guy at the stand says “next
bus – it is the last one of the night”.
And we made it.
So once again the kindness of strangers has saved the day.
San Sebastian is the best place to be lost. And if you want to get drunk and
sing rugby songs in Spanish this is the place to go.
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