When I woke up in the morning, a fairly large slug was trying to climb up my sleeping bag. When I looked out of the tarb I noticed that we had been sleeping in a sheep pasture. I then went alone to a cafe to warm up. There I had an Argentinian specialty, Alfajores de Maizena, and watched the surfers while I waited for Nico. We moved on together. In Loredo we were able to walk barefoot along the beach for over an hour until we took a ferry that stopped right on the beach to Santona. In the hostel we met Marcelo again and met Elena, from Germany.Read more
September 3, 2024 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C