Blue Bear Tours Spain - almost

Sooooo many tunnels. Fat ones, thin ones, long ones, short ones, tunnels that wiggle and worm. Lit ones, dark ones ( almost all of them) , wet ones, dry ones, we lost count after about 20. One of them even had a hundred years worth of limestone deposits forming from the stream pouring into it. It was about 3 km long, with some big holes in the gravel, so was not one to cruise on through.
In between was a sublime valley filled with the early autumnal colours of oak and chestnut forests, maybe a Beechwood section, and lots of other beautiful trees that I could only name if I felt like bullshitting .
It was more of the aforementioned converted railway track that took us down to the coast at San Sebastián. Paris by the sea, we decided last night, with its wide streets and fancy olde world architecture. It’s one of the world’s gastronomic hotspots, with more hatted restaurants than you’d see hats at a ranga’s birthday picnic. Thanks Sacha for all the personal favourite recommendations , but we opted for hamburgers and fries in the mall. Classy!
We did stay in a hotel rather than pitch a tent in the park at dusk, so there’s a nod to civilised behaviour.
Charlie managed to watch the cricket while navigating the 40km of gravel and intermittent darkness. Just as well his 4G bombed out in the tunnels. We’ve passed the six weeks since arm fracture mark, so he seems to think that such high risk multitasking is ok now. He dropped his phone twice, which is better than dropping himself, I guess.Okumaya devam et