Day 24: Toulouse - Andorra-la-vella

Andorra is Bizarroworld, and that justs about sums it up.
First, the hotel guy in Toulouse was wrong, there aren't frequent buses from l'Hospitalet to Andorra - there's one, at 7:30am. And since the first train arrives in l'Hospitalet at 9:00am, what's the bloody point in that?
So, in short, got stuck in a tiny village in the middle of the French Pyrenees. Tried to hitch a ride, stood near two gypsy-looking ladies for company. One went to look for a taxi, and came back with a mechanic and his car. The four of us drove to the Andorran border together, 12km away.
It's uncanny - you travel through the mountains for a couple of hours, with less development and smaller villages the higher you go, eventually dwindling to nothing but bare mountainside, then just a few metres after the Andorran border, there's a duty-free shopping mall. Then a ski resort. Then some cranes building a new hotel. Then another mall. And that's about it, all the way along the only major road in the country.
Andorra-la-vella is the size of Mt Gambier, but has shops and hotels to fill Adelaide. It's squashed between gorgeous, tall mountains, and the parliament building is smaller than that religious museum in Glasgow - and it's the only old building in town. That sums up Andorra-la-vella, and I spent the afternoon walking around, soaking up the oddness of it all.
Last note - saw cans of Kronenbourg for 40 cents in the shops - may have to treat myself to a beer tonight.