We rode into Córdoba and straight to the train station. Pathetic whinging and begging fell on deaf ears - no bikes on highspeed trains, period. We could take a series of regional trains, some in the wrong direction, and would eventually end up in Madrid, or, as Ross pushed for, ride part way. The bus station is conveniently located across the street from the train station, so we bought bus tickets to Madrid. Daryl jumped a fast train to Malaga to get Judy, and will return in time for the bus trip. Laurie shared a room with Daryl's bike, far preferable to sharing with Daryl himself.
The remaining 3 took the wrong bus into El Centro, which went nowhere near El Centro, and eventually most of the bus got involved with getting us transferred to a suitable alternative, which we got onto and then rode through El Centro far beyond where we should have got off, when again the locals took pity and told us to get off, and we backtracked into the tourist area. We spent the afternoon touring the Mesquita, a christian cathedral built inside a mosque, huge beyond comprehension, and then a few more sights and a walk through the jewish quarter, from which the jews were all expelled in 1492. The former offices and dungeons of the Spanish Inquisition are oddly on proud display, they carried on for almost 400 years. yuch.
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