Contiki.
Despite the aid of a decrepit map I dug out from the bottom of my bag, my best friend and I found ourselves utterly lost in the middle of San Sebastian. The streets were narrow and riddled with nooks for lowly tourists to get lost in, and to make matters worse the extent of my Spanish knowledge came from episodes of Dora the Explorer I endured whilst babysitting. It certainly wasn’t enough to ask for directions. Meanwhile, the sun was creeping its way towards sea level, ripping the last shreds of daylight from our sweaty grips
