I think it was possibly Wyatt who once said on here that there was no such thing as a bad Spanish city and from personal experience I had to agree, until I spent a day in Huelva.
You approach the city on a motorway through barren marshland, the only sites of note were the occasional brothel hotel. Your first glimpse of the city are numerous towering apartment blocks and every street corner seemed to be the territory of hoodies with pitbulls. Once we got into the city centre, the first thing somebody told us was how to get out of it, judging from out Portuguese number plate that we were lost.
There are no landmarks, the streets are labyrinth like in their mundanity, the restaurant we went to was crap an expensive, most places were closed and it was cold and wet. To top it off, my future mother-in-law had the complete and utter hump with me for no known reason whatsoever.
It made Luton look like Monte Carlo.
You approach the city on a motorway through barren marshland, the only sites of note were the occasional brothel hotel. Your first glimpse of the city are numerous towering apartment blocks and every street corner seemed to be the territory of hoodies with pitbulls. Once we got into the city centre, the first thing somebody told us was how to get out of it, judging from out Portuguese number plate that we were lost.
There are no landmarks, the streets are labyrinth like in their mundanity, the restaurant we went to was crap an expensive, most places were closed and it was cold and wet. To top it off, my future mother-in-law had the complete and utter hump with me for no known reason whatsoever.
It made Luton look like Monte Carlo.
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