In the much awaited second installment of his Andalusian adventure, Asher Porter takes us through the fairytale city of Granada and introduces us to some new characters.

Luca Howes recounts snapshots of his time in Paris in May on his Year Abroad.

As he recounts his solo backpacking adventures through Spain, Asher Porter recalls his experience in the first port of call, Málaga.

A Cambridge student with a niche hobby – who would have thought? Since I was eight, I have been an avid geocacher. Put simply, Geocaching involves using your phone (in my day, a GPS) to locate over three million hidden boxes across the globe. Some are as small as fingernails; others are large canisters. All contain a logbook where you write your name before re-hiding the cache for other players.

I step into the metro carriage. It is quiet, as expected on a cold November afternoon. I ride the line 11 almost all the way to the ring road surrounding the city, which squeezes its 2.1 million inhabitants into a space suited for half that number. The metro line is faster than those I’m used to; the carriage sways uncertainly, as if it could topple at any moment. There’s a woman sitting opposite eating chicken wings from a grease-stained bag and the man perched next to me is watching an American sitcom with French subtitles, smiling slightly at his large phone screen.

The Vélib’ beeps, confirming my departure. I mount the bike and pedal slowly down Avenue René-Coty. I want to savour this moment: the slight chill of the breeze and my relative anonymity compared to the couples chatting in the bars along my route; a quiet period of self-reflection before the night begins.