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George, our saviour, is Portuguese and a veteran of the NATO campaign in Kosovo. He was in the Portuguese army for 8 years as a parachuter, rising to the rank of sergeant. Tired of that life, he left for something quieter.
He dropped us off at a petrol station next to a cafe and hostel. After getting a cup of tea, we thought about getting dinner and staying but since dinner didn’t start till 8 pm, we decided to start asking the truckers there if any of them were heading to Madrid. At 10 to 8, a trucker pulled up and agreed to take us to his final destination, about 20 km north of Madrid.
Off we go again!
George, whose laconic demeanor reminded me of his countryman Jose Mourinho