We have arrived in Burgos, a truly beautiful city in Spain. There are all the commodities we are so familiar with in Australia. As we enter the city, I see a great sight. It's a pizza hut restaurant and I decide right there and than, that tonight I will have pizza. We are getting over the pilgrim meals, so over it in fact, that the very thought of it is making my stomach turns around. We walk to our albergue and enjoy a hot shower and than we are of to get that pizza. On our return, we find the albergue is now full with rowdy Spanish people. The Spanish are very friendly, just like any other Mediterranean folk but we are about to experience our worst night ever on the Camino. The hospitalero is a very friendly man and suddenly he grabs his guitar and starts playing the guitar and singing along with it. Well this feels like he is serenading us just before sleepy time and the atmosphere there is just wonderful, soon everyone leaves the building and we are left alone and relax, me with my book, Gary with his crosswords. We are tired and decide to go to sleep, but are rudely woken up by these very rowdy Spanish people. These people really don't ever try to be quiet, they have their siestas and to hell with anyone else. Than there is the problem with the top bed. These beds aren't very strong and there is this very big person sleeping in it and with every turn he makes, I start to worry about this entire contraption of a bed, including the person it it, coming down on me. Needless to say we had very little sleep that night.
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