Valencia 5 - Pesada

So finally we made it back and we were starving so we chose a restaurant really far from the hotel by the beach. GUESS WHO FOUND US!? FREAKING PESADA and she wanted to eat with us NOOOOO! She happened to choose our restaurant out of all the restaurants she could have went to that were so much closer! AH que mala suerte! So then we went back to the feo hotel where I found a disgusting hair on my pillow, and had to get up at 9am where we went to another no-nametown I HAVE NO IDEA WHY! We were like vale ok today will be great because yeay, she doesnt have a microphone because she broke it remember?! WRONG! She was soooo perky and was like, oh I have a sorpresa! New Microphono! ARGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!Pesada went out and bought a new microphone! So we endured her talking for another 3 hours about the Naranjos AGAIN! and then after that we went to a town called Cuenca where we saw hanging casas...nothing much. She talked for another few hours and blasted yet another movie that NOBODY but the first three rows wanted to hear! They were the brown-nosers, saying ohhhmija please can we watch this...oh youre so bonita...blah blah blah! By the time we got to Salamanca, I had a migraine, and she started talking about Salamanca, and everyone was FROM SALAMANCA, we ALREADY KNOW! She tried to be our LIFE GUIDE I swear...we only hired her for Valencia, and she never really talked about Valencia except for los naranjos! I will NEVER EVER get a guided trip again thanks to Pesada! We left the bus and everyone asked for a complaint form, that was not in the first three rows of the bus. So a bus full of Spaniards were also pissed besides us few Americans, so I was NOT exagerrating.