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Everything was good. No troubles with the scooter. My beard was coming along and I was getting good reactions from the women. Perhaps this is coincidence, but going north in France with a very light beard that could hardly be seen, I met only one person who spoke English. On my trip thru France south to Spain, with a beard that could easily be noticed, most everyone I met spoke English. They told me in London that the French are the only people who will not admit they speak English.
Spain is much like Greece only the paved roads are worse. The small towns I pass thru seemed very poor on a par with Greece. Athens does not compare with Madrid though. Madrid is a much more modern. From what I have seen Spain is very austere and barren, moon-like devoid of trees. Spain is cheaper than any other country except for perhaps Greece. Tentatively I would be leaving to the south of Spain and the beaches the first of the week next. This day was the fourth of May.
The reason I did not leave last Monday was because I had met an Australian woman at the campsite I was staying at in Madrid.
She was from Australia, five-six, dark hair, good figure and looking, early twenties, with two friends, who were also Australians living in London. Her name was Allison. Somehow it was arranged that her and I would tour the coasts of Spain on my scooter together and eventually head north to Paris and London in June sometime. She and two of her country-women borrowed her boy friend's Morris van and came to Madrid by way of Nice, France.
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