The collective noun for pigs is drove; one of the people sharing my dorm sounded like a drove of pigs the way he snored. I was in and out of sleep until 4.00 am when I gave up and slept on a couch downstairs. I found the other two room mates having breakfast later in the morning complaining about the drove of pigs in the room. the weather was also quite bad so it was time to get out the running gear and jog around the town.
Parque Tio Jorge was very impressive and shortly after I was running along a path that followed the Grand Imperial Canal. Whilst the Canal was impressive I think if I were a Ceaser I would have built it wider than the river, not because it was necessary but because I could. I'm sure Augustos had access to cheap labour, but he did choose practicality over vanity on this occasion. Not much to see running west, an old shot tower that I concluded was used during the inquisition, if you drop the head of a non believer from the top it would be perfectly catholic by the time it reached the bottom. Running in the other direction there were some more Roman sites but after two and a half hours of running my legs were telling me it was time to go back.
Another cold shower then off to the Estacion di autobus to book a fare to San Sebastian. I found that the busses were about one third of the fare of the trains which was worth the extra hour or so in travel time. The train from Barcelona to Zaragoza was 55 euros whilst the bus to San Sebastian was only 22 euros. That sorted and Zaragoza done it was time for a lazy evening, i found out that the drove of pigs was still staying in the hostel so the staff kindly gave me a single room at no extra cost; sleep was somewhat easier that night.
I am finding however a less social clientèle in the hostels as the trip goes on.
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