Spanish buses...

The journey from Fisterra to S se C was scary. The road was bendy, the driver consistently broke the speed limit, and the driver also made and answered calls on his mobile phone for the duration. Nightmare!! I got white knuckles, and had to resort to reading my book to stay calm.
I had good company though - A Spanish secondary school teacher called Christina. We compared notes, and she gave me some "Queso tito". This is a Galician speciality - a cheese shaped like a breast. O.K.
It tasted nice..
The bus journey took nearly 4 hours, and stopped everywhere. It just kept picking up passengers until they were standing in the aisle, and then he phoned up for back-up; a minibus that took some of the extra people and drove off with them.