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www.AlastairHumphreys.com: "I went out into the streets to try my luck [with the violin]. It was now or never. I must face it now, or pack up and go back home. I wandered about for an hour looking for a likely spot, feeling as though I was about to commit a crime. Then I stopped an

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www.AlastairHumphreys.com: "I'd been travelling through Spain in a romantic haze. I'd been almost a month on the road; a month of vintage weather. I'd been glad to be back on my solitary marches, edging mindlessly from village to town, sleeping in thickets, in oases of rushes, unde

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www.AlastairHumphreys.com: Lua is even worse at the violin than me. But her dad tossed a Euro into the pot so I consider her an essential part of the team.

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www.AlastairHumphreys.com: High hopes for busking success in this town...

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www.AlastairHumphreys.com: I camped by the source of the Rio Manzanares, and I will follow it all the way to my journey's end in Madrid. It is a magnificent river. I felt a little guilty, emerging from the valley into my first town for two days, to discover that swimming has sadly

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