Well arrived at Valencia station at 12.30 in the morning for the 00.51 to Granada. Boarded the train and then found my compartment. It consisted of 2 bunkbeds so I opted for the lower one. My fellow travllers were all Spanish so I decided not to use my bad Spanish. Anyway all the rest of them wanted to do was sleep. So I sorted my bags out, set my alarm for 08.00 and then decided to sleep on my bed as the train pulled out for Valencia. Interestingly, they have straps on the bed that you can use to strap yourself to the bed, should you have the misfortune of rolling out as the train rattles along. I must say this only happened once, to some embarrassment to me and much anoyance to my co travellers. Deciding to strap myself to the bed, I had thoughts that I may have dreams about being on the back of an ambulance rushed to hospital. Not that I have suffered this experience, but this scenario must be the closest thing to it. As I drifted in and out of sleep, I could here the rattle of the train against the track, the gaseous releases from the guy in the bed above me and the pig-like snoring of the guy in the bunk bed opposite. Needless to say, not much sleep was had. I woke at 07.30 washed and went to the cafeteria coach on the train. The young girl apologised profusely for the broken coffee machine as I opted for juice and a stale roll. Finally arriving at Granada on time I caught my first glimpse of this historic town. With the famous Alhambra palaces in the distance thoughts of Arab Sheiks and Catholic kings came to mind. I coudn´t wait to get to know this city.