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  • Hari 39

    Day 39 - Staring At the Sea

    19 Juli 2023, Inggris ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    We both slept like babies, then at 9.30am we went to the restaurant for our much anticipated full English breakfast. It consisted of 2 small sausages, a pile of streaky bacon, baked beans, a hash brown, half a tomato, toast & a puddle of scrambled egg. It tasted better than it looked, but probably didn’t justify the cost of €11 each with a coffee.

    After breakfast we fined Brittany Ferries for their overpriced breakfast by dousing ourselves with expensive perfume and aftershave testers, then rubbing handfuls of Clarins most expensive revitalising creams into our faces.

    We then took to the top deck and sat in plastic chairs staring out to sea. Mr Orca Watcher stated that dolphins had been spotted earlier that morning. We stayed out all day, but didn’t see a thing. Occasionally I saw able to listen to the cricket when I got a 4G signal on my phone.

    As we approached Portsmouth Harbour we passed a large cruise ship, Regal Princess, heading out on a trip around the UK. The disembarkation was another straightforward affair, although Border Force did question me as to why I had been out to Ghana, which led to me divulging that I was an ex-copper and I was currently working at Manston. They soon let us through after that revelation.

    We then raced back to Haywards Heath just in time to pick up a takeaway curry that Jackie had set her heart on.

    Note: Apart from the breakfast, we were both super impressed with our Brittany Ferries crossing to and back from Bilbao, however we could imagine it could be a very different experience if the Ferry was up to maximum capacity and full of children.

    Song of the Day : Celebrate by An Emotional Fish.
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  • Hari 38

    Day 38 - Fin Whale Blowhole Spout Show

    18 Juli 2023, Inggris ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    During the night Jackie hit me hard several times because I was allegedly snoring too loudly. This caused an argument & a disturbed night’s sleep. The alarm went off at 7am.

    I got up, made 2 mugs of coffee, then we sprang into action. The sleeping bags, airbeds and even the tent were all expertly folded & fitted in their respective bags. Our packing and loading of the car went like clockwork & we managed to find time for a shower & breakfast - coffee & Choco pains.

    Just after 10am we rolled out of Endai Campsite. It was the best campsite we have ever stayed at especially the individual grassy terraced pitches, the friendly staff & the on site cafe & shop. One amusing, but probably accurate online review described the campsite as being like ‘grandma’s garden’, I guess it was the hydrangeas. We definitely hope to return in the not too distant future.

    An hour and a half later, we arrived at Bilbao Ferry Terminal & quickly boarded Brittany Ferries Galicia ferry. It probably had something to do with the fact there were only 260 passengers on this crossing when the ferry has a passenger capacity of 1,015. We dumped our bags in our Cabin 7125 & took to the upper deck as we sailed out of the harbour.

    Sadly it was a too windy and overcast to justify sitting outside all afternoon, so less than an hour later we were back in our cabin making & eating pate baguettes from the mountain of food and wine we brought on board with us.

    I then came over all weary & retired to my bunk bed for a siesta, whilst Jackie bought some expensive Clarins ‘bargains’ in the duty free shop.

    We didn’t drag ourselves out of our cabin until 7.15pm & then kicked ourselves that we were missing out on a beautiful sunny evening in the middle of the Bay of Biscay. Almost straight away we bumped into the very same Orca Watcher, so I took the opportunity to ask if we had missed anything. I was relieved that we hadn’t, but he said that we may see whales in about an hour’s time, when the sea gets shallower. We sat back with a glass of wine and waited. He was wrong……….it was an hour and 20 minutes later.

    Granted they were quite a long way away, but we were treated to a show of 8 metre high spouts of sea water at the back of the boat for about 15 minutes. I took some cracking photos as can be seen below.

    Mr Orca Watcher informed us that the spouts were from a pod of Fin Whales, the world’s 2nd largest species of whale measuring up to 28 metres in length.

    It was a nice end to the evening.

    Song of the Day : Like Clockwork by The Boomtown Rats.
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  • Hari 37

    Day 37 - Sad to be our Final Full Day

    17 Juli 2023, Spanyol ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    We woke up to our final full day in Spain, which felt quite sad. Not helped when I missed out an opportunity to work this coming weekend.

    After coffees and showers we lugged all our usual beach equipment down the hill to the beach for one final time. We did our best to make the most of our final rays of sunshine & our final lunch in the beach taverna - a mixed salad, gorgeous ham and cheese croquettes & supplemented with a couple sausages left over from the previous night.

    At 6pm we said a sad farewell to Lekeitio and it’s beach & lugged all our gear the 1.5 miles back up the hill. We treated ourselves to a beer at the top.

    That evening Jackie made bacon butties, then we packed up what we could. Whilst doing so we were approached by a couple of Dutch lesbians who we had said hello to previously. They were keen to know about our travels and the UK after Brexit. They were able to confirm that the Tour de France had actually passed along the road immediately outside our campsite. If only we could turn back time!

    We finished the evening with our final bottle of wine on Spanish soil looking out to sea & reminiscing on our trip.

    Song of the Day : Sad Song by Oasis.
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  • Hari 36

    Day 36 - Perfect Sunday

    16 Juli 2023, Spanyol ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    We woke up at 8.30am to another gloomy grey morning. We had a coffee, showered & Jackie suggested we walk into Lekeitio for a pintxos brunch.

    The 2 mile walk was a breeze as it was mainly downhill, the biggest threat were the hordes of Lycra clad cyclists racing down the hill behind us. We even passed one cocky git cycling up the hill eating snacks with no hands on his handlebars.

    The tide was out so we took the opportunity to totter out with the tons of others on the extremely slippery walkway to the island known as Garraitz (San Nikolas). We climbed approximately 10 steps onto the island, noticed that the waves were crashing over walkway & tottered back as quickly as we could.

    Back at the harbour front of Lekeitio we discovered there was what appeared to be quite a significant political rally taking place by a party called 23 Egingo Dugu. Speeches which were being televised were being made to quite a enthusiastic audience outside the enormous gothic church, officially known as the Basilica Assumption of Santa Maria of Lekeitio.

    We continued on to the harbour front looking for a suitable bar/cafe to stop for refreshments, but they were all too busy. We ended up returning to the gothic Basilica & a cafe/bar in it’s shadow. It was perfect. We had had a couple of beers and a couple of creative Pintxos each. A beer and a Pintxos together cost just the princely sum of €4.

    We probably would have stayed for more but when the political rally ended, we were suddenly inundated with people looking for any available table and chair. And the pintxos were quickly hoovered up. The Spanish don’t seem to bothered by invading other people’s personal space. At one point, I had a child’s leg actually pressed against mine whilst she watched something on her brother’s phone .

    Luckily for us, the sun came out and we walked back to Karraspio Beach. There were no groups of teenagers, just Spaniards and tourists enjoying the afternoon sun. The waves were ideal for surfing & I actually showed everyone how it was done after catching the perfect wave & body surfing almost all the way back to the shore.

    At 3pm local time we started to watch the men’s final at Wimbledon. It seemed incredible that no one else on the beach appeared interested in the tennis. Around 6pm with Carlos Alcaraz 2 sets to 1 up we walked the 1.5 miles up the mountain road back to our campsite. We treated ourselves to a couple of cold beers in the campsite bar, whilst we watched the conclusion to the tennis final on my large iPad. Bizarrely, the the campsite television was showing some sort of wall tennis at the same time.

    Jackie cooked up sausages & salad for our dinner.

    Song of the Day : Perfect Sunday by The Damned.
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  • Hari 35

    Day 35 - Whilst Southern Europe Burns

    15 Juli 2023, Spanyol ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    We got up at 8.30am to drizzle and a chilly 18 degrees temperature. After a quick mug of coffee, we walked down the steep wooded path to our local beach. It was just a pile of rocks tumbling into the sea.

    We returned to camp and our car, then headed back towards San Juan De Gaztelugatxe, the monastery on an island connected by a walled pathway & featured in the TV series, Game of Thrones. En route we took the opportunity to stop at Lidl in Gerniko-Lumo, where we purchased 18 bottles of favourite €1.19 white wine, 12 bottles of red, 2 packs of pate, salami, Jaffa cakes & more world cheese.

    We then stopped at the cafeteria of the Eroski supermarket next door for a coffee & a pintxo. Jackie had ham and fried courgette on bread, whilst I had Spanish omelette.

    After refueling with 95 for the last time, we then continued to San Juan De Gaztelugatxe, which was chaotic. It seemed so many people had the same idea as us. Now we had to pay, what only a month ago was free, €3 for the car park, only to then discover that tours to the monastery were completely sold out. We were advised to check the website at 3pm, which was in 2.5 hours time. Utterly brilliant!

    The ticket lady did however suggest we follow a path to get a good view of the monastery. We and many others walked the suggested path & took the opportunity to take a few photos. Jackie revealed she was more happy doing this than the actual tour. The sad thing was we could have taken this same path for the views on our previous visit.

    It was nearly a 90 minute drive back to our campsite which was grey and damp. This was only after a little incident where our car was wheel spinning without any traction up the slippery steep car park & I had a car right up my arse. Luckily the car behind had the good sense to reverse back allowing me to do the same & get a good run up at the slippery slope.

    We spent the afternoon hopping in and out of the tent as we had several short showers. Jackie also played zap tennis with the numerous flies and bugs that decided they wanted to shelter from the rain. She would have given Marketa Vondrousova (topical sporting reference) a good run for her money! I caught up with my Find Penguin blogs.

    That evening we had more of the same pasta & salad & wine, whilst I scanned the v of the Bay of Biscay in front of us with my binoculars looking for marine life and vessels. This caused a young Swiss couple to stop and chat & we gave them the benefit of our recommendations & experiences in Northern Spain, as they were just starting out on their 3 week trip.

    Song of the Day : Still Raining, Still Dreaming by Jimi Hendrix.
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  • Hari 34

    Day 34 - Oh No, Spanish Spring Break

    14 Juli 2023, Inggris ⋅ 🌧 18 °C

    I had a wonderful sleep and got up at 6.30am, only for Jackie to allege that I had kept her and the rest of the campsite awake all night with my snoring.

    We had baguette and jam for breakfast then headed out for the beach. We drove the mile and a half to Karraspio Beach at Lekeitio. When we arrived at the car park we found ourselves in a queue of cars all waiting for a space to become available. Nightmare.

    We drove to the other side of the town and after scouring the streets, we found a parking space in a backstreet. My phone told me that it was a 1.1 mile walk back to Karraspio Beach. The walk was actually not too bad taking us along the harbour front, past the other two town beaches and over a bridge back to Karraspio Beach.

    The beach was busy, but we found a spot that wasn’t too bad. We made the most of the sun, because the weather forecast was not looking great for our last few days of the trip. At lunchtime we visited the beach Taverna & had a couple of cold beers for €2.50 a pint.

    During the afternoon, the beach got progressively busier with groups of only male or female teenagers. To be fair to them they were all really well behaved, the girls either sunbathing or swimming & the boys playing football at the water’s edge. It was strange to see that they weren’t mixing together.

    We packed up at 6pm and were shocked to see just how many people were now on the beach. The other beaches were just, if not even more, as busy. We felt like we could have been in Benidorm or Torremolinos. We stopped at a Eroski Supermarket for more wine, then headed home.

    The shower blocks are an interesting experience at the campsite. There are 5 shower cubicles in both the men’s and women’s shower blocks, but they do not have any hooks in the cubicles. Presumably the idea is that you shower then dry & dress in the communal area.

    Jackie had an interesting experience in that when she came out of the cubicle, she was confronted with the sight of a large naked French woman applying pile cream to her backside. She had a gaggle of shouting kids running around, but still she tried to make conversation with Jackie during her cream application. Jackie very quickly made her excuses & left, claiming that she didn’t understand. She had to return later to retrieve her hairbrush that she had left in her rush.

    That evening, Jackie made a delicious Arabiatta Rigatoni with a Caesar salad. And a bottle or 2 of white wine.

    Song of the Day : Girls & Boys by The Subways.
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  • Hari 34

    Day 33 - Slumming it? I Think Not.

    14 Juli 2023, Spanyol ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    Although it being a luxurious room, we were hot during the night because it didn’t have air conditioning, so Jackie at some point opened the large arched doors beside the bed. As a result, I woke up with my bare backside on display to the world just as a coach load of tourists turned up for an early morning private tour of the monastery.

    We were up and out in time to get to the ticket office when it opened at 9.30am. We discovered that Yuso Monastery, where we were staying only did guided tours in Spanish (apparently because monks still lived & worked there!!) & the first tour wasn’t until 10.30am. However, for €4 each a little bus would take us up the hill to Suso Monastery, where we would have a 30 minute tour with a guide who could speak English.

    A few minutes later we were on the bus with 2 other families & met up the hill by our guide, who took us on our tour of the Suso Monastery. It was a genuinely fascinating tour & the key facts we learnt were :-

    In the mid-6th century, Saint Millán settled in a religious site – now the Monastery of Suso – on the flanks of the Cogolla or Distercios hills, where he was joined by other eremitic monks. It became, with time, a place of pilgrimage.

    The Monastery of Suso is comprised of a series of hermits’ caves, a church, and an entrance porch or narthex.

    The Spanish language was “born” in the Monasteries of San Millán de Suso and San Millán de Yuso, and therefore they represent an essential part of the history of humanity.

    Since the Monastery was founded in the 6th century by San Millán and his disciples, this site has been a centre of culture, history and religion for the north of Spain and the rest of the country.

    The Monastery of Yuso was built in the 10-11th century and still has 8 monks living and working there.

    Both monasteries were designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1997.

    After our 30 minutes of culture, we were taken back down the hill and to our car. It was definitely worth a visit & if we had more time I would like to have taken the other tour & spent more time exploring the villages in the La Rioja region.

    BUT we didn’t. Instead we drove 30 minutes through the region to Haro, the capital of La Rioja to purchase supplies for a camping trip. We bought some food & 16 bottles of wine, some as cheap as €1.19. We would have bought more had we had room in the car.

    We then embarked on a 2 hours 20 minute journey through the mountainous Aizkorri-Aratz Natural Park, where we drove through cloud and rain on steep winding roads. It was hard work driving and it made you realise how tough the Tour de France really is, because their riders had ridden the same roads only 2 weeks previously.

    We entered the Basque Country, where the weather brightened and around 2.30pm we arrived at Endai Campsite situated on the side of a mountain just east of Lekeitio. As we drove up, we felt a good vibe, to the point where before we had even checked in, Jackie was saying “I wish we were staying longer”.

    Over the next 2 hours we set up camp on our allocated grassy pitch & tidied out the car, we then went for well earned beer (or three). Feeling very pleased with ourselves, we returned to our camp for pate and baguette & a couple of bottles of our €1.19 white wine which was exceedingly decent in our place of hydrangea paradise.

    Song of the Day : Paradise Place by Siouxsie & the Banshees.
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  • Hari 32

    Day 32 - Private Dining at the Monastery

    12 Juli 2023, Spanyol ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C

    The alarm went off at the ungodly hour of 6am. We showered, had a coffee and was actually on the road by 6.45am. It was strange to see heading out of Odeceixe that there were dozens of young Indian men stood at the roadside. It was obvious that these were migrants waiting to be picked up for cheap labour, almost certainly on the local farms. We had noticed that there were a lot of Indian lads in the costal resorts south of Lisbon, BUT, and we looked, a distinct lack of Indian restaurants.

    Our journey took us back up the Atlantic coast on the route we had previously travelled down. We stopped at a petrol station outside of Vila Nova de Milfontes, where we filled up & gave Pearl a much needed wash. We continued north past the hideous looking port town of Sines, before heading east just before getting to Lisbon. We then passed Evora, apparently, and then drove along the beautiful winding well kept roads of the Alentejo wine region with it’s vineyards & numerous precariously balanced stork nests.

    We skirted around the attractive looking fort town of Elvas, then crossed into Spain at the scruffy border town of Badajoz. For the next 200 odd miles we raced along a dual carriageway through the prairie like Sierra de San Pedro, passing the towns of Salamanca, Valladolid & Burgos. It was then here we turned off into the La Rioja region, that was a vista of rolling fields of mown wheat gold, sunflower yellow, vine green and dotted with attractive little terracotta coloured villages.

    Eventually at 6.30pm, after 577 miles and 10 hours 18 minutes of driving, we arrived at Hosteria del Monasterio de San Millán, an enormous imposing monastery in the village of San Millán. This was our accommodation for the night. We checked in and went up to our room 201, which definitely had the wow factor, particularly the 2 large arched wooden doors that opened to reveal a balcony looking down into the courtyard.

    We had reserved a table for dinner at the monastery & went down in the best clothes we had available at 8.30pm. We were initially shocked to discover that we were the only diners for the evening, so it turned out we had a waiter and a cook for our exclusive use with opera playing in the background.

    The menu wasn’t cheap, but we had decided we could afford to splash out as we were ‘slumming’ it by camping for the next 5 nights. Naturally, we chose the dearest starter (to share), then we both ordered the dearest main course, with a bottle of the monastery’s own reserve red wine.

    Our starter was described as COW CARPACCIO, FOIE AND MATURE CHEESE and our main as BEEF SIRLOIN WITH MUSHROOMS AND FOIE, which we ordered as medium rare. Effectively we ordered pretty much just raw beef and foie gras for both starters and mains. It was however as expected very lovely, although Jackie revealed she couldn’t understand all the fuss over foie gras, it was just “tasteless pate”.

    As soon as dinner was done, we retired to bed absolutely shattered.

    Song of the Day : Get Me to a Monastery by The Divine Comedy.
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  • Hari 31

    Day 31 - Mad Mary has Nicked OUR Spot

    11 Juli 2023, Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    We gave ourselves a well earned lie-in with the intention of booking some accommodation in or near Lekeitio, Spain for the last few nights of our trip. This was proving trickier than it really should be, because either the accommodation available was too expensive for what you got or it was too far from Lekeitio.

    After a lot of head scratching, I came up with the brainwave of googling campsites in the region. We found one, but couldn’t establish if the they had any availability on their website. In the end I took the bull by the horns and rang the campsite direct using my best Spanish lingo. The bottom line is that we are now camping for our last 5 nights in Spain for a fraction of the cost of having a proper roof over our heads. We celebrated with a bowl of Weetabix.

    We drove out to the beach & could not believe that Mad Mary was face down in the sand in OUR actual spot on the beach. We bottled it & stopped short so that there were people between us and Mad Mary. I won’t go on any more about Mad Mary, but suffice to say she was up to her same antics of wandering around the beach naked or in a pair of dirty grey knickers. She was still there when we left the beach at 6pm.

    We returned to our apartment, got ourselves sorted out & had a bottle of rose wine on the balcony, Jackie applied mousse to my hair. We then went to dinner at the restaurant opposite, which was packed with diners. Jackie ordered the grilled mackerel, which was 2 whole fish & I ordered the pork and pickles again . We had another litre of house red and a sparkling water.

    The food was fantastic, but the waiter was a miserable c*nt, so he didn’t get a tip.

    Note : We gave noticed that customer service in Portugal has been pretty diabolical compared to Northern Spain.
    I would however say that the beaches on the Atlantic coast of Portugal have been pristine. Today at Odeceixe, they even had complimentary conical ashtrays at the entrance to the beach so that those disgusting smokers don’t discard their cigarettes in the sand. Jackie stole one.

    Song of the Day : Mary by Scissor Sister.
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  • Hari 30

    Day 30 - Hoff to the Rescue…………..Nearly!

    10 Juli 2023, Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    Today we got to the beach earlier than any previous time. We sat in our usual spot with literally no one around us like a couple of Billy no mates. It was at least an hour later, when a couple in their 70’s walked either side past us to the end of the beach, about 50 yards from our location.. Something didn’t seem right, but we weren’t sure what.

    The couple sat down, but 5 yards apart. We were already transfixed on them. The lady was wearing a sun dress which she pulled right up to reveal no underwear & lay in the sand as if she was in stirrups & about to have a smear test. This caused a bit of a surprise to families & joggers that walked/ran to the end of the beach.

    After 15 minutes, her male partner approached her & she screamed at him like a banshee. We were now hooked & rightly or wrongly this was going to be our entertainment for the day. Another 15 minutes or so later, her male partner abandoned her on the beach with her legs still akimbo.

    Not long after, a group of 7 Asian lads arrived & probably not by accident they started playing football around her. After a couple of hours she eventually gathered her stuff together & walked off along the beach, but it was now clear to us that she had some mental health issues.

    Sometime not too much later, I was looking out across the beach & sea, when I saw the same lady stark naked walking amongst the families at the water’s edge. We monitored her progress and she returned to her belongings, put her dress on & returned to her original spot. A young lad who was sat nearby felt compelled to move.

    The lady then lay face down in the sand & didn’t move for the next 2 hours. Eventually she got up, then walked to a sandbank, stripped naked again & walked out into the crashing waves. She was on her own & appeared to have no concept of how to jump over or duck under the waves. Although lifeguards were on duty, they didn’t seem to have noticed her.

    There was nothing for it, the Hoff sprang into action & ambled across the sand to the water’s edge. Just as I dipped my toe in the Atlantic surf the naked woman appeared from amongst the waves & walked past me without an apparent care in the world. My lifesaving skills were not required on this occasion.

    She did eventually leave the beach, hopefully into the custody of a carer.

    We stayed on the beach until 6pm, then went to dinner back at Chaparro opposite. We had a litre of delightful red house wine. Jackie had mussels & I had black pork fillet. It was lovely & plan to return again tomorrow.

    Song of the Day : Rescue by Echo & the Bunnymen.
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