Granada to Seville by Road
It was one hectic sight seeing of Granada which started at 6.30 in the morning and went on non stop till 8.30 in the evening. The next night halt was planned at Seville which is 250kms west of Granada. Google maps showed estimated time of travel from Granada to Seville by road as 2 h 39mins. The spirits were high after the memorable tour of Alhambra and we thought we would be able to complete the journey; we weren’t aware then the tensed ending the journey would have.
Granada to Seville by Road
The journey starts…
At 8.30 when we started our journey by road, the sky still looked bright and sun was quite above the horizon. I was excited about the photography opportunity I would get of setting sun, hubby dear thought on different lines and wanted to make most use of sunlight time for the drive. But the final part of Sun’s exit is very fast, by 9 the sun had set and by 9.30pm darkness ruled.
So far so good, we didn’t realize the restaurants would pull down shutters so fast. At around 10 we decided to have dinner, but we went on and on with no success of finding a place to have dinner and not snacks. Finally around 10.30 we spotted a taverna and we got some awesome delicious stuff. We were their last customer for the night.
A Confused GPS
Rest well taken at this brief halt, next part of the drive was planned to be taken uninterrupted. By 11.30 our GPS had guided us correctly to Seville and we were almost near our hotel, but for the remaining 1km the GPS looked confused. With so many lanes and narrow bylanes the approach to hotel seemed impossible. It was almost 12 and all the streets were deserted, not a single policeman too in sight. We were totally clueless what to do. The kids were fast asleep and finally at a distance of 700m we decided to venture out on foot. Again not a single soul, whom to ask for directions, out of desperation we rang the hotel guys. Though they were keen to help they couldn’t figure out where we were stranded.
Suddenly I saw 2 women emerge out of nowhere. I ran towards them with big hopes when they told me they themselves were tourists. I was very disappointed; I was still clutching the hotel reservation confirmation sheet, one of them asked to see it. The hotel address had the details of street. The lady had a detailed map of Seville in her mobile and on feeding the address she directed us to the correct lane. It was hardly 250 m from where we were standing. Whew! I thanked them with so many words so many times; she was like an angel for me then. By the time we got the suitcases down both of them had vanished. I hadn’t even asked her name, I regretted.
It was almost 1 when we hit bed that night!