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  • Day 1

    Day 1 - Setting Sail

    June 11, 2023 in England ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    I can take no credit in loading up Pearl, our pearlescent red Toyota CH-R, but at 5.30pm we left home & drove to Portsmouth International Ferry Terminal for our 9.30pm departure to Bilbao. We only needed to arrive an hour early, but instead we arrived 3 hours early.

    It was a straight forward process to board, then we lugged 4 rucksacks, a handbag……..oh & a bag stuffed full of wine & some food to our cabin. This was not without incident in the lift, when an old up himself tw*t got in the lift and started making what he thought were funny inane comments & looking round for approval. He was certainly annoying us. When the lift went down instead of up, Jackie inexplicably leant across & pressed another button for a floor no one wanted to go to. Tw*t snapped at Jackie shouting “Don’t do that”. Jackie told him not to talk to her like that, but he argued back, so I waded in & we both gave him both barrels. It wasn’t pretty.

    We dumped our rucksacks in our cabin, no. 7137 & rushed to the top deck with our wine and glasses for pre-departure drinks. At 9.30pm we set sail passing several warships, including the new aircraft carrier HMS Queen Elizabeth, HMS Victory & Spinnaker Tower. We remained out on deck until Portsmouth was just a distant glow, then returned to our cabin for an early night.

    Song of the Day : Sail Away by David Gray.
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  • Day 2

    Day 2 - Orca Spotting

    June 12, 2023 ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    We had an excellent night sleep in our bijou cabin. Around 10am we left the cabin & bought a coffee in the ferry’s Tapas restaurant which we had with a croissant bought from home. (Jackie had read reviews to say that the food was really expensive on the ferry with a full English breakfast being €19, hence we brought our own food, when in fact the full English actually cost the very reasonable €8.50). Whilst having breakfast, we briefly spotted,out of the window, a dolphin or huge fish in the water.

    After breakfast we headed up to the sun deck and we were surprised to see that we were so close to land. We were just passing the French coastal town of Porspoder, which is in the north western corner of Brittany.

    We also found a man looking out to sea with a pair of binoculars, a long lensed camera around his neck and a blue tabard with the grand title of ‘Orca Spotter’ across the front. I asked Mr Orca Spotter if he had seen anything & he was just telling us that he had seen a pod of about 20 Harbour Porpoises in the distance, when I said “Like that one down there?” Immediately below us was a porpoise that surfaced a couple of times before disappearing in our wake. Upon this sighting, Mr Orca Spotter bellowed “Harbour Porpoise” a couple of times for the benefit of the other passengers. I didn’t manage to get a photo of it.

    After helping Mr Orca Spotter do his job, we had a wander round and found a sign with information about the species of dolphins & whales we could possibly see on the crossing, including Orcas, particularly in the Bay of Biscay.

    It was an overcast sky, but regardlessly we pulled up 2 plastic reclined chairs & watched France and a few assorted islands pass by. Disappointingly we didn’t see any more sea life, but we did see clusters of small brown birds that were awkwardly attempting to rest on the sea presumably whilst on their migration north. We also spotted ‘tw*t’ who true to form had a special cabin on the 9th deck.

    At lunchtime Jackie brought up a bladder of wine & some sausage rolls, which we completely consumed throughout the afternoon in the now beating sun. Around 6pm Jackie informed me that she had sun block cream in her bag, which was probably about 6 hours too late. At 7.15pm, we finally called it a day & retreated to our cabin….me with a bright red face & Jackie with strap marks. We slept & watched Netflix through the evening and night.

    Song of the Day - From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea by The Cure.
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  • Day 3

    Day 3 - Pintxo Heaven in Bilbao

    June 13, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    After a fitful night, the alarm went off at 6.45am Spanish time & we got ourselves ready & packed to return to Pearl at 7.30 as requested. This was not before we had popped up to the sun deck to discover it was as forecast a grey wet morning in Bilbao. We were however surprised to see a dedicated Mr Orca Spotter still on lookout.

    For some unknown reason we weren’t allowed to get to our cars until 7.50. The disembarkation went fairly smoothly & without getting stopped for a search, however, whilst queuing at passport control we saw Tw*t in his black Maserati. Hopefully that would be the last we see of him!

    Just after 9am we pulled up outside our hotel for the night, the super posh Ibis Budget Central Hotel. I popped in to reception & the very helpful receptionist allowed us to park in their underground car park until the following day for just €20.

    It was too early to check in, so we packed a rucksack with essentials & headed out. 1st stop was a Bertiz Bakery where we had breakfast of coffee, orange juice and a croissant. Jackie accidentally had her 1st Pintxo (pronounced Peen Cho) which consisted of a rather pleasant tomato paste on 2 slices of toast.

    Today was one of my ‘much loved’ guided walking tours, which unfortunately started with a 1.1 mile hike across the City Center to the Puente del Arenal bridge that spans the Nervion River. The bridge lampposts had yellow cycles attached which we were later to discover was because the Tour de France was starting in Bilbao on the 1sr July.

    Our first sight was the Teatro Arriaga Opera House built in 1890, then we strolled alongside the river to the Town Hall. Next we crossed Zubizuri (white) Bridge, a tied arch footbridge & continued alongside the Nervion River until we reached the star attraction - the Guggenheim Museum.

    The Guggenheim Museum is a museum of modern and contemporary art. The iconic building was designed by Canadian-American architect Frank Gehry. The museum was inaugurated on 18 October 1997 by former King Juan Carlos I of Spain.

    Before entering the Guggenheim, we photographed Maman a giant 9 metre tall metal spider sculpture, the tower of shiny spheres known as ‘Tall Tree and the Eye’ and Puppy - the world’s largest flower sculpture. Entry to the Guggenheim Museum was the hefty sum of €18 each. Our decision to enter was made easier by the fact that it had started to rain.

    On the ground floor was an enormous room with huge sheets of metal laid out in various shapes. This piece by Richard Serra was titled ‘The Matter of Time’, although Jackie felt that the word ‘waste’ in the title may have been more appropriate.

    The museum was on 3 floors & the essentials included a yellow & red painting by Mark Rothko titled ‘Untitled’, a Jeff Koons sculpture titled ‘Tulips’, Eduardo Chillida’s marble sculpture ‘How Profound Is The Air?’ & Jenny Holder’s ‘Installation for Bilbao’. Some of the modern art left us both dumbfounded, particularly a painting that was totally black apart from a small unpainted bit in the bottom left hand corner & a huge room with the walls painted in several bright colours as if the decorator couldn’t make his mind up.

    An hour later we departed the Guggenheim & set off in search of refreshments. Nearby we found a cafe called Sua San - For Healthy Food Lovers. We had a glass of beer and shared a pintxo - a not so healthy posh cheese and ham toastie. Talking of posh, to our utter dismay Tw*t and his wife were also in the cafe.

    After lunch we continued the tour, passing the Iberdrola Tower, an office skyscraper that is the 8th tallest building in Spain. We then hurried (it was now raining heavily) through Doña Casilda Iturrizar Park to look at the Euskalduna Conference Centre and Concert Hall, but we passed it without realising. Instead we looked at some other official building set in a park that I thought was it. Weirdly, the Athletic Bilbao football stadium was next door to this park, but we didn’t see it for the trees.

    Still raining, we took shelter in a lovely theatrical bar, called Chester’s Pub, for a glass of beer. When it stopped raining, we walked back through Doña Casilda Iturrizar Park, past Bilbao’s Museum of Fine Arts to Plaza Eliptica, described as one of the finest squares in Bilbao. It is in fact a very attractive roundabout with a large fountain & brightly coloured flowerbeds. The surrounding architecture is also very impressive with Flemish style Chavarri Palace & the Carlton Hotel. The Metro Station at Plaza Eliptica was designed by acclaimed architect Norman Foster, so we went down for a look. It was very grey & industrial, hard to work out what he had actually designed. The highlight was when I asked Jackie if she knew who Norman Foster was to which her reply was “Yes, the famous runner”.

    My tour ended at the Parroquia de San Vincente Martir de Abando - an apparently stunning church with wooden sculptures. Unfortunately it was closed.

    It was by now 4.30pm and we were knackered, so I dug out my Lonely Planet & researched the locations of their recommended Pintxo cafes.

    So exactly what is a Pintxo?

    A pintxo (pincho in Spanish) is a small dish that you will find in most dining establishments in Basque Country. Pintxos aren’t a specific thing but rather an idea or concept or what food can be.

    Pintxos and tapas are not the same thing, despite what many people might think. Tapas are often thought of as small plates of food, but pintxos are specifically designed to be small and bite-sized. They are typically served on bread and held together with a cocktail stick. There is no larger size of a Pintxo. If you want more of the dish you need to order multiples.

    Pintxos are typically on display behind glass on top of the bar. There are no strict rules for what pintxos can include, they can be made with a variety of meats, vegetables, and seafood. Beyond these few commonalities there are no real rules to what a pintxo can and can’t be.

    This wonderfully delicious finger food forms the spine of Baque cuisine. Pintxo comes from the Spanish root word “pinchar” which means to “poke” or “stab.” Over the years the variety of pintxos has increased dramatically. Artists do love to create new works of art. However, there is one pintxo that you will find at pretty much every establishment. And that is the Spanish omelette.

    Our first recommended Pintxo cafe was Cafe Bar Bilbao in the delightful Plaza Nuevo. We ordered a glass of beer and a Pintxo each. Jackie’s consisted of caramelised onion, goat’s cheese & fish, whilst I had caramelised onion, steamed apple, goat’s cheese & foie gras. They were both apparently delicious, but mine even more so, so we ordered another round each of mine.

    Next stop was Sorginzulo at the other end of Plaza Nuevo. We found a table & both went in to choose a Pintxos. The waiter was not very patient or helpful resulting in Jackie choosing a Pintxos for us to share, which turned out to be cod in a yellow sauce. I console myself with a beer. The waiter didn’t get a tip.

    Next we started to head to our hotel, but stopped at the recommended El Globe. I had fluffy omelette and truffle, whilst Jackie had another cheesy one. Again delicious so we finished off with a creamy mushroom and ham one each, washed down with beer and wine.

    Now absolutely knackered, we trudged back to our hotel, not before stopping at a bar for a couple of cheap red wine nightcaps. We eventually checked into our hotel close to 10pm and after showering fell asleep almost straight away.

    Conclusion: It was a very very long day, but we have now done Bilbao. The food has been fantastic & apart from one dodgy waiter, the Spanish people, particularly all the waitresses have been so pleasant and helpful.

    Song of the Day : Tonight in Bilbao by Sun Kil Moon.
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  • Day 5

    Day 4 - Donostia or San Sebastián?

    June 15, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    Woke up ridiculously early & watched Netflix & wrote my blog whilst Jackie slept like a baby. Just before 10am we popped out for coffee and toast at the cafe at the end of the road and by 11am we were on the road again.

    We were heading for San Sebastián, but I had a couple of stops planned along the way. The first was Ermita de San Juan de Gaztelugatxe which is a picturesque small church on an island connected to the mainland by a man made bridge and made famous because it appeared in an episode of Game of Thrones.

    We arrived about an hour later and parked up in the busy car park and went to investigate. There were a lot of people dressed up in walking gear & we discovered that it was a 1.2 kilometre hike down a steep rocky pathway to the church. We decided to give it a miss, particularly as our legs still ached from the previous day’s exertions of well in excess of 10 miles. Instead we found a vantage point overlooking the island and took a couple of photos instead.

    Next stop was the harbour town of Lekeitio. We took the scenic route which took us through through forests and up and down mountains on steep winding roads & about 90 minutes later we arrived at the harbour front. We were just about to abandon Pearl on the harbour, when 2 kindly locals told us the police would give us a ticket. Luckily for us, as this conversation was taking place, someone drove out of a parking space & we dived in. Minutes later a police car cruised past.

    As we got out & walked along the harbour, we both instantly fell in love with the town. The harbour was full of boats and was lined with multicoloured half timbered old buildings housing restaurants & Pintxo bars. At the end of the harbour was a spectacular looking sandy beach and the town was dominated by the huge late-gothic Basilica de Santa Maria de La Asunción.

    We walked along to the Basilica, but found again it to be closed, so we stopped at Cafe Marina Bar for a glass of beer. We didn’t have a pintxo because Jackie had decided she wanted a proper sit down meal this evening. Whilst supping our beer we started to look at the possibilities of staying in Lekeitio for a couple of days at the end of our trip.

    Around 2pm we reluctantly left Lekeitio and chose the coastal road to San Sebastián. This 2 hour journey followed the coast of the Cantabrian Sea through several seaside resorts until we finally arrived in San Sebastián. The first disaster was that Apple Maps decided to take us to completely the wrong location for the car park we had been advised to use. Eventually google maps got us to the correct underground car park and we found a space.

    San Sebastián is officially known as Donostia-San Sebastián and all the signs and maps call the town Donostia (which I’d never previously heard of) with San Sebastián being a secondary name. I have looked it up, but it’s too confusing to worry any further about.

    It was then a half mile walk with all our luggage into the heart of the old town & to our Pension Irune. We had to let ourselves in because we were late. After a quick shower & a change of clothes, we headed out for the evening. The old town is a busy maze of narrow pedestrianised streets full of shops, restaurants and Pintxo bars. We had a quick reviving beer, then headed out to explore the seafront including the beach, which has been described as ‘one of the best city beaches in the world’ & one of the main reasons for us visiting. It was by now a bit too late & overcast to make an honest assessment.

    In addition, San Sebastián frequently tops lists of the world’s best places to eat, so after our walk we headed back into the old town to imbibe in a couple of beers and wines and a cheeky pintxo each. Jackie had one with sardines & I had a goat’s cheese one. Again delicious. We then found a suitable (fairly posh) restaurant called Ubarrechena. We ordered a bottle of Rioja, a starter of a Fried Egg pintxo to share, then Jackie ordered a sirloin steak whilst I had a veal steak. It was all very lovely.

    At 9pm we returned to our Pension Irune to see the lady in charge, who gave us a discount card for the car park, but it still cost us the exorbitant fee of €56 for 48 hours. 30 minutes later we were both asleep.

    Song of the Day : Take me to Church by Hozier.
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  • Day 5

    Day 5 — La Concha Beach

    June 15, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    We had a fabulous night sleep & both woke up at 8am. It was 10.45 am when we finally left our room & headed out for the day. First stop was a little cafe for coffee and a croissant, then we returned to the car park to retrieve our beach mats & sarongs.

    As planned we then hit San Sebastián’s famous La Concha Beach. It is a crescent of soft yellow sand around the bay. We found our spot & settled in for the day. The beach was busy, but at no point was anyone sat too uncomfortably close to us. The beach was also super clean to the point that I assumed that eating, drinking & smoking was banned on the beach. The sea was cold but not too cold to have a wee in!

    Around 1pm, Jackie decided that she could do with a drink. I found a bar under the arches, but because there were no customers & because I am a tight-arse I assumed it would be exorbitantly priced. I gave Jackie the bad news, but she was now on a mission & went back to the bar, returning with 2 pints of beer at the cost of just €3 each. Not being a tight-arse, I went back for a couple of further rounds.

    We left the beach at 6.40pm and I can safely say that San Sebastián and it’s beach lived up to all its hype. It had been a superb day.

    It was too late to go back to the Pension to get ready to go out, so we hit the Pintxo bars in the old town instead. We visited 5 different Pintxo bars drinking beer and wine & sampling an array of Pintxos………..when in Rome! Jackie had mainly fish & seafood Pintxos, whist my selections included mushrooms, ham, sausage & goats cheese. All cracking little bite-sized delights. In our eyes, San Sebastián also lived up to it’s culinary critical acclaim.

    Just after 9pm we retired to our Pension.

    Song of the Day : San Sebastián by Alien Ant Farm.
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  • Day 6

    Day 6 - NE to NW Spain

    June 16, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    Today was always going to be a transition day from North East Spain to North West Spain. The planned route was 350 miles & anticipated to take 5 hours and 47 minutes.

    We left our pension around 10am, managed to get out of the underground car park without a single drama. The 1st leg of our journey was on a toll road that saved us 45 minutes on our journey. The toll fee was €12.70, but we probably saved at least half of that in fuel.

    Our route took us along motorways, then dual carriageways through numerous tunnels & over viaducts (or possibly bridges) across the top of northern Spain. It was a pleasure to drive on, because everyone (and I mean everyone) adhered to rule of keeping to the right lane unless overtaking. We did not come across even one central or fast lane hogger, which is one of several of my pet hates. It also helped that from midday Spanish time, I was able to listen to the BBC commentary of Day 1 of the 1st day of the Ashes.

    We stopped near Torrelevega to refuel & grab some refreshments. The fuel is pretty much the same price as in the UK, but in the cafe we bought 2 coffees, a large chunk of lemon cake & a couple of grilled sardine pintxo all for €5.40.

    During tea at Edgebaston, we arrived at O Vicedo, a small port town in North West Spain. I was slightly nervous as to what we would find, because I booked our accommodation based on it’s general location and price only. We located our accommodation, Pension Galatea, immediately because it was situated on the main drag into town.

    We had a quick motorised scoot around town & discovered that a travelling fun fair had come to town and was blocking the road down to the port. My inherent prejudices came to the fore & I had visions of our car being ransacked & on bricks by the morning.

    Despite this stereotyping, we checked into our Pension, then headed out on foot towards the port. En-route we found a small bar, called El Varadero, that had tables looking out into the bay known locally as the Rio do Barquiero. We ordered a beer each & were given a small glass of local draft beer. I was initially unimpressed because they cost nearly €2 each, however the barmaid redeemed herself by bringing out a morsel of potato omelette each & a bowl of assorted nuts. Now I was impressed, so we ordered 2 more beers each that came with extra free morsels.

    We then walked down to the harbour, through the funfair that was still being erected, to La Bodeguita del Puerto, a Southern American Cuisine restaurant. The waitress told us that they didn’t serve food until 8pm, so we had a couple more drinks in the sun until we were allowed to order. Jackie ordered baby squid & a side salad, whilst I ordered the pork tenders. Jackie’s was apparently lovely & despite being huge, she ate it all. Mine consisted of numerous cubes of pork sat on a bed of chips & covered in a fine drizzle of tomato relish. Unfortunately the pork was quite salty & not exactly tender, but I managed to eat most of it.

    We ended the evening with a wine nightcap in the lively Bar Galatea, immediately below our room. Despite having the windows all night, we did manage to get to sleep.

    Note : Having mastered the Spanish language sufficiently to purchase both red & white wine and beer, we have discovered that in this region the spoken language is Galician & our Spanish is not being understood. We are back to speaking English slowly and repeatedly and with a lot of pointing.

    Song of the Day : Heading West by Cyndi Lauper.
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  • Day 7

    Day 7 : World’s Most Expensive Seafood!

    June 17, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    It was an extremely noisy night in O Veidio. Loud music continued until at least 3am. What were we missing out on?

    It was another grey morning when we set out for the day. We drove the short distance to Garita de Bares, A forested cape that jutted to a point out to sea. We stopped at the first viewpoint to see just thick low cloud blowing in from the sea. Our second stop was at the tip of Garita de Bares, where the cloud had dissipated. After negotiating a herd of goats, we walked to the lighthouse and then on to the very tip of the cape take in it’s dramatic coastline dropping into the Cantabrian Sea and the Bay of Biscay.

    Next stop was Cabo Ortegal, described as ‘the mother of Spanish capes, where the Atlantic Ocean meets the Bay of Biscay. Great stone shafts drop sheer into the ocean from such a height that the waves crashing on the rocks below seem pitifully benign. Os Tres Aguillóns, three jagged rocky islets, provide a home to hundreds of marine birds’.

    It was a 50 minute leisurely drive with a coffee stop along the way. We parked up just short of Cabo Ortegal & walked down to it’s lighthouse now bathed in sunshine. As we approached our attention was drawn to 3 nutters who were sat atop a very tall rock, then continued traversing to it’s very peak. Our legs went wobbly just watching them. About 20 minutes later we had taken in the spectacular vistas. The 3 nutters were still all on top of their rock and didn’t appear to be going anywhere anytime soon, so we decided to move on.

    We drove on to Garita de Herbeira, where apparently ‘it is very rare for the highest mountain in a range to also form part of a system of coastal cliffs. Vixia de Herbeira, at 615 metres the highest peak of the A Capelada range, is one of the highest cliff faces in continental Europe’. We pulled up in the car park that was shrouded in thick cloud or sea mist. It was eerie, but a strange whirring noise made it even eerier.

    We followed a short path through the cloud/mist to a stone hut & a viewpoint that had no view, then just as we were starting to head back to the car, the cloud/mist lifted in an instant & we could then admire the high cliff faces. What seemed more remarkable was that the as cloud/mist lifted around our car & we realised we were parked right next to dozens of spinning wind turbines.

    Just a few miles down the road we made our final stop at San Andrés de Teixido, a village with just forty-nine inhabitants (32 men and 17 women). It’s chapel of San Andrés is a famous sanctuary & place of pilgrimage where, according to the popular saying, vai de morto que non foi de vivo ('whoever was not alive goes dead’). Jackie lit a candle in the chapel.

    San Andrés de Teixido is also famous for it’s Percebes - described as ‘The Most Expensive Seafood In The World!’ Percebes, known as goose(neck) barnacles in English, are a Galician delicacy from Spain and are among the most exclusive seafood in Europe. Customers in Spain and Portugal pay up to 200 Euros per kilo for superb quality Percebes. This extraordinary price results from the extreme circumstances in which the rare barnacles are harvested from the rocky cliffs off the Galician coast.

    We visited one of the three cafes in the village for Jackie to sample the famous delicacy of Percebes. Luckily for her, the café owner spoke good English and took the time to show Jackie how to eat Percebes, which on first inspection actually look like geese feet. There was a particular knack which involved holding them a certain way up, then twisting the leathery skin off the stem to reveal the edible flesh.

    Jackie ordered a small bowl of Percebes, which she mastered the task of eating with aplomb & demolished in no time. Apparently they were delicious and lived up to the hype. I ordered a simple bowl of peppers and with 2 beers the total bill came to under €20. Bargain!

    We drove back to O Vicedo having agreed that it had been a great day & hoped that we may be returning to a fiesta in the town. Sadly it turned out to be quite the opposite, we had returned to a ghost town.

    We took a stroll around the town and noted that the fair was still set up, but closed. However an enormous stage was being erected within the fairground, which was technically a residential street. We walked to the port and looked across the water to the beach, which looked lovely, but was being spoilt by a naked man, who appeared drunk, staggering about the beach approaching the other sunbathers. His groin at eye level. Nice!!

    It was by now 6pm, so we returned to El Varadero bar for a couple of drinks in the sun. There was a good vibe with many locals enjoying a Saturday evening drink. We stayed until 9pm when the bar started to empty. The fair was still not open, so we came to the conclusion that all the festivities must be happening the following day.

    We stopped at Cafe Galatea for a couple of wine nightcaps & the kindly barmaid knocked us up a bacon and cheese roll. The cafe was pretty dead with just a small group of youngsters drinking, so at 10pm we called it a night.

    Song of the Day : A Seafood Song by The Divine Comedy.
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  • Day 8

    Day 8 - Is it a Dream?

    June 18, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    I woke up at 3.55am to the sound of booming music coming in through our open window. Jackie informed me that she had been kept awake by the music since 2am. After 5 minutes of listening to it from my bed there was nothing for it but to get up and investigate.

    I got dressed, put on my anorak because it was pouring with rain and headed out towards the source of the music. The large stage that was being erected earlier was now glowing in flashing lights & pounding with euro pop noise. The band consisted of 2 male vocalists, 2 female backing singer/dancers & an assortment of musicians, who were being watched by a crowd of around 50 in front of the stage in the rain & a further 50 or so sheltering at the bar. It was a very surreal experience at gone 4am on a residential street.

    At 4.30am a curtain came down & then raised for the band to play a final encore, but not before one lad got on stage & proposed to his girlfriend. She said “Yes”. As the last song was being played I headed home. I didn’t get back to sleep again or was it all just a dream?

    Around 9.30am, had I been asleep, I would have been awoken by a drum & bagpipe quartet who were marching through the streets of O Vicedo on a route that took them below our open window & to stop but play a few numbers in a cafe a couple of doors down. They marched back past us as we were loading up the car.

    We had a coffee & shared a croissant in the cafe the quartet had vacated, then hit the road south for the second stage of our trip. I had several stops of interest planned & the first was Pontedueme described as a beautiful village thanks to it’s location between the sea, a river and mountains. It was ok, but more interesting was a field full of competitors with sticks in their hands appearing to be worm hunting, but more confusingly another group were playing rounders with their sticks & using a piece of wood as a ball.

    Next stop was Camelle, a village with stunning windswept beaches, but not in our eyes. Then it was on to Camarinas, an important fishing place and also famous for it’s bobbin woven lace. For us the biggest thing of note was a tribute to the clean up operation after the worst oil spill in Spanish history, when the Prestige oil tanker sunk & leaked 63,000 tonnes of heavy duty oil in 2002, which washed up on Iberian coasts.

    We then visited the windswept beach of Praia de Nemina, which was clearly a haunt for surfer dudes, then we hotfooted it to Cabo Fisterra. The Romans thought that this was the earth's westernmost point and therefore that the world ended here. It was their finisterrae, or land's end. Cabo Fisterra has a large, but ugly lighthouse.

    There were a lot of walkers or pilgrims coming and going, because we discovered that the Camino Fisterra is a unique route, because it is the only trail that starts in Santiago de Compostela & takes pilgrims west to the stunning Atlantic coast of Galacia. There is a cross on the cape where travellers have left their shoes, walking sticks & stones.

    Time was unfortunately against us, so we pushed on to our final destination of the day, Campsite A’ Vouda. During this journey we discovered that in Galicia all shops & supermarkets were closed all day on a Sunday, which was unfortunate because we had no provisions on board. Upon arrival, we were given a choice of several damp pitches looking out to sea. We chose the biggest. It had rained all day, but the evening was forecast to be dry until around 1am.

    The tent went up fairly smoothly, other than I knelt on a protruding rock under our groundsheet it totally buggered up my already buggered left knee. We had to buy an adapter to connect the electric, to allow us to amongst other things blow up our huge air beds. Without provisions, we were forced to seek out the onsite restaurant for dinner & a drink. We chose the budget three course meal, which was pretty awful apart from our main course which was a whole poussin each, the meat of which just fell off the skeleton. Luckily we were both starving otherwise I’m not sure I could have eaten it. We had a bottle of red wine, which was so good we ordered a 2nd to take back to the tent.

    Back at the tent, Jackie discovered that my air bed had gone down. We blew it back up, but when we finally retired for the night around midnight, it was already half deflated. This did not bode well for a good night’s sleep!!!

    Song of the Day : Is It a Dream by Classic Nouveaux.
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  • Day 9

    Day 9 - Santiago de Compostela

    June 19, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 20 °C

    Woke up at 3am to find my airbed deflated so that my back was uncomfortably now on the floor, but my head and feet were in the air on air pockets. I pumped the airbed, but it slowly deflated again whilst I tried to get back to sleep. Not a great start to our first night camping.

    We awoke again around 9am to the sound of the forecast rain lashing down on our tent. Our bladders forced us out of bed and to the shower block. We then had a coffee in the on site cafe, then headed out for Santiago de Compostela an hours drive away or walking on a 4 day pilgrimage. We drove.

    An hour later we arrived in Santiago de Compostela, the final stop on the epic Camino de Santiago pilgrimage trail. Santiago is a unique city imbued with the aura of a millennium’s worth of journeys. Today some 300,000 Camino Pilgrims and many thousands of others venture here each year. I also read that most people consider Santiago de Compostela to be at it’s most beautiful when the stone streets are glistening in the rain. This was lucky for us because it was still blooming raining.

    We parked up in a tight spaced town centre multi storey car park, then headed into the pedestrianised Old Town. The magnificent Santiago de Compostela dominated the skyline & we headed towards it without a clear walking route planned.

    As we walked towards the cathedral, we found a very ornate church to visit & peruse the decor. We then continued towards the cathedral & located Praza do Obradoira, known as Workshop Square. This grand square is in front of the cathedral’s west facade & appears to be where the modern day pilgrims were congregating presumably following the completion of their trails. It is known as Workshop Square because this was where the stonemasons set up their workshops when the cathedral was being built.

    We entered the Cathedral & felt lucky to discover that a service was in progress, we found a suitable spot & sat & listened for about 30 minutes, which included a small section in English. It was still hard to follow what the vicar was saying, but he repeated the word ‘salvation’ on numerous occasions. We got the impression we were not allowed to take photos during the service, so I attempted to discreetly take short video clip on my phone with hopeless results.

    We then aimlessly wandered around the narrow stone streets & popped into the odd church for an enjoyable, but damp hour or so. It was an attractive old town full of interesting architecture with a constant soundtrack of bagpipes from the pipers located at sheltered vantage points to trap the tourists.

    Sufficiently pummelled with religion and the rain, we retreated to our car to return to the campsite. We stopped at a local Eroski Center supermarket & purchased provisions, mainly wine, but some food. The campsite was bathed in sunshine upon our return & we rearranged our gear to make the most of our pitch. Jackie then knocked up steak & salad, whilst I set up our solar lights around our tent & windbreak.

    We had an early night with Jackie offering to sleep on the deflating airbed, because she was lighter!!

    Song of the Day : Sweet Salvation by The Cult.
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  • Day 10

    Day 10 - The Rain in Spain…….

    June 20, 2023 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    Three times during the night Jackie re-inflated her airbed which makes a hell of a racket, particularly in the dead of the night. On top of this, my solar fairy lights were on crazy mode, which makes our pitch more like Blackpool Illuminations. Jackie informed me she was not sleeping on the airbed again.

    We finally awoke just before 10am, but to our horror we discovered that it was raining again, contrary to the weather forecast. Fortunately it seemed to be just a passing shower and minutes later we having coffee & a breakfast of artisan bread and jam. Everything was perfect until a black cloud loomed over, then burst. We ran for cover into our tent grabbing what we could as the rain hoofed down to the extent that a river was flowing past the door of our tent.

    I had had enough & with it still raining, I made a rash decision to immediately go & find a camping shop & buy a new airbed. I googled camping stores & ‘Oh god’, the nearest was a Decathlon in Santiago de Compostela an hours drive away & where we had been just the previous day. We bit the bullet & set off in the pouring rain like a couple of feral dogs, without a shower, cleaning our teeth or changing our clothes. Not our proudest moment.

    We stopped in Muros, a small harbour town, a couple of miles from the campsite & visited a hardware shop in the vain hope they might sell air beds. We came out with a small door mat, a back up bottle opener & a cheese grater……… as you do. We then visited a supermarket next door for more provisions. I had the one job of getting Jackie 3 litres of white wine, one bottle cost just 99 cents, so I treated her to others at the exorbitant cost of €1.99 each.

    We then drove the exact route to Santiago de Compostela & to the biggest Decathlon we had ever seen. After much umming & aahing about whether it would fit, we bought a a small double comfort airbed for me, as well as another rain jacket I didn’t really need, another pair of sunglasses and a cap & bikini top for Jackie.

    An hour later having driven through more rain we arrived back at our campsite in glorious sunshine & we vowed to not drive anywhere tomorrow, until we realised that I had bought just 1 bottle of white wine & 2 more bottles of red wine. Doh. In the remainder of the afternoon we faffed about deflating & inflating airbeds, whilst listening to the entire fifth day’s play in 1st Ashes Test that left me deflated at it’s conclusion.

    Jackie cooked up a huge pot of Chilli Con Carne, which we had with salad & bread. Jackie also fed a family of sparrows that multiplied by the minute.

    The evening finished nicely with a small pod of dolphins swimming up & down in the sea in front of us. I didn’t attempt to grab my camera having learnt from my less than successful attempt to photograph pink dolphins in Thailand.

    Song of the Day : Kingdom of Rain by The The.
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