In fact as soon as we'd both put our bags down and had showers, we were on the hammock deck chatting to two Australian guys, an American girl and an Englishman. Later two more girls, a Frenchwoman and a New Zealander, came by and after a quick talk invited us to a bar for tapas. Just that easy haha.
The tapas in Granada was incredible and always free. In that place the first night, you ordered one drink and got a fricken cheese sandwich and a plate of chips. I had three of them thanks to the eating habits of women.
Eager to capture him on camera, I took this covert picture of Til with him in the background:
But even in his state of thorough inebriation, he saw through my ruse and wanted me to take another picture, doubtless to ensure that I got his good (drunk and leery) side:
Spot the giraffe.
A bit of simulacrum: a real lamp, the shadow of a real lamp, and the painting of the shadow of the real lamp.
'America,' our guide replied when it was his turn.
The last room Manny took us to was a small prayer chamber. He asked if we could observe ten seconds silence as a prayer for the world, and we obliged. He asked us to form a circle, then rearranged it so that Tilly was at its head, for symmetry because she was the only girl. He rang a gong, and after ten seconds he said something along the lines of 'Divine spirits of the cosmos, let there be peace, joy, love, truth, beauty' and any other banal hippie noun you can think of, haha.
The whole time our guide had been fidgety because he obviously hadn't accounted for this detour, and he was s'posed to be back at the hostel already. Manny wouldn't let him leave though, scolding him, 'Don't be in such a rush all the time.' We eventually escaped, however, and were left asking ourselves what ... the hell just happened?