When I got to the bus station in Elvas, I was told that there were no buses leaving from that terminal to Spain.  However, if I hurried I could catch a bus going by on the highway.  So I was faced with the a choice: catch a bus before it got too late, or explore this fascinating town and worry about transportation later.

I chose the latter.  I'm a sucker for aqueducts, and Elvas has the King of all Aqueducts (or, almost)... it also has a very compact walled city and two cool castles--and it was a the place of strategic battles back in the days of the Moorish wars... Fascinating place.  I'm really glad I didn't pass it up.

Then it started pouring down rain--so I ducked into a bar to figure out what to do next.  Everybody I asked gave me contradictory information on catching a bus to Spain--most of them pointed me back to the bus station I had originally came from... and a cab would cost me a good 25 Euros...

Oh, what the hell, just do it... do something crazy and create some memories...

And so I did, with my pack and my guitar, a storm cloud to my left and another to my right, I set off on foot into the dusk the 20 or so kilometers to Badajoz, Spain...