The train from Zamora to Madrid fairly rattled along reaching 250 km per hour, even in the long tunnel after Segovia. I began to feel more human after finding the buffet and ordering a beer and a sandwich. It was a relief to arrive at my hotel in Madrid, the Barcelo Imagine, with its strange musical theme, a little haven of tranquility 2 minutes walk from Chamartin Station. I was given a nice quiet room on the 1st floor, but I was keen to visit the roof garden and look out at the view. I remembered last year having a room on the 6th floor, from which I could observe trains coming and going all afternoon (as well as watching a homeless man who was squatting on the waste ground just below, and had even planted a veggie patch). He was still in residence!
Trains coming and going at Chamartin.
Homelessness.
Now for a glass of sparkling in the bar.
Healthy fruit platter.
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