Spent a good part of the day (again) at the train station trying to figure out where / how to go. Ended up deciding on the evening train to Algeciras, or rather the train to Bobadilla, where I catch another train to Algeciras. I get in to town late, but since this is probably going to be my last night in Europe I decided to splurge and stay at a reasonable hotel. Spent the afternoon hours wandering through the maze of streets in Central Sevilla. Bought some plastic page covers for my guide book, and some envelopes for mailing film home.
The train rides were uneventful. At one point most of the people in my carriage were pressed against the glass on the other side of the car with cameras ready, so I paid attention, all of a sudden a huge grotto / cave (maybe 100 - 150 meters high?) disappearing into blackness appeared in the ridge the train was riding by. In seconds it was gone. Never did find out what it was.
Got off at Algeciras planning on finding a nice hotel. None of my guide books cover the town so I just followed the road signs (through some pretty deserted / run down neighborhoods) to the port. There were a couple reasonable hotels I was heading towards when I was approached by a tout and offered a room around the corner. I agreed to take a look at it, but as soon as we were off the main street he was trying to sell me hashish and was very irritated when I didn't want any. I walked away and went back to the hotels I'd been eyeing. The first hotel was a very nice looking two start, but it was full. The second was a slightly shabbier looking three star (?!?), that only had double rooms left - I took one. The room is actually pretty nice, slightly better than what you'd get at a Motel 6 in the U.S.
Headed out to find dinner but made it about three steps before being offered hash again. Decided I was too tired to deal with a port city after dark and went to the hotel dining room. Surprisingly I had a great steak.