Spain, 2011.
We arrived at the Barcelona station around 10pm to catch the next train for Madrid when we quickly realized we were the only ones around. The taxi driver offered to drive us to the nearest 24-hour computer cafe for a pretty price where we proceeded to email friends and family about our month long travels around Europe. Until the creepy guys on the other side of the aisle started haggling us with questions and demands, eventually inviting the moderate interference of the security guard smoking cigarettes by the door. Filled with youthful optimism, fear and fatigue, we made a b-line for the early bird train as soon as the clock struck six the next morning, and I haven't been back since. Enjoy!
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