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  • Day120

    112. Etappe: Pozueta

    October 30 in Spain

    Sonne! 🌞 Jippie 🎉
    Und was noch besser ist: Bis auf ein paar Tröpfchen zum Ende blieb es den ganzen Tag trocken.
    Nach einer ruhigen Nacht im Kloster ging es direkt weiter durch den Wald. Schnell waren wir unterwegs, so dass wir uns in Gernika ein Mittagsmenü gönnten. Gut gestärkt gings weiter und früher als gedacht erreichten wir die heutige Herberge in einem Privathaus - direkt auf dem Weg, aber sehr abgelegen.Read more

  • Day122

    114. Etappe: Portugalete

    November 1 in Spain

    Heute erwartete mich eine kurze Etappe. Ich startete gemeinsam mit Gal etwas spät entlang des Flusses raus aus Bilbao, über mehrere Orte nach Portugalete. Der Übergang zwischen den Orten war überhaupt nicht spürbar, ein Ort reihte sich an den anderen. Somit war es heut auch nicht besonders malerisch, sondern eher eintönig. Doch zum Ende erwartete uns noch ein Highlight: Wir überquerten den Nervion mit einer Hängebrücke.
    Gal brachte mich noch zur Herberge und nach einem gemeinsamen Instant-Käffchen aus seinem Camping-Survival-Bestand, hieß es wieder einmal Abschied nehmen für mich von einem Weggefährten. Er hat leider einen engen Zeitplan und muss ab jetzt im Durchschnitt 32 km laufen und ich kann mir Zeit lassen für die letzten knapp 700 km.
    Morgen erwartet mich dann wieder mehr Natur 😊
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  • Day119

    111. Etappe: Ziortza

    October 29 in Spain

    Ich gebe nicht viel auf Wetterberichte, aber der heutige behielt leider Recht: 95% Regenwahrscheinlichkeit 🌧
    Regen und Hagel waren die ständigen Begleiter der heutigen Etappe und auf einem nicht ganz so fernen Berggipfel konnte ich sogar Schnee entdecken. Jetzt bin ich froh, dass ich auch ein paar Thermo-Sachen eingepackt habe, denn das Thermometer klettert im Moment nicht über 10 Grad.
    Es ging über viele kleine Pfade durch Wälder weiter Richtung Inland, aber das Meer war noch ab und zu in Sichtweite.
    Die heutige Herberge befindet sich in einem Kloster, in dem sogar noch Mönche leben.
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  • Day121

    113. Etappe: Bilbao

    October 31 in Spain

    Ein Regentag erwartete uns Pilger heute. Nach einem guten Frühstück mit selbstgebackenem Kuchen in der privaten Herberge starteten alle so nach und nach und auf dem Weg sah ich dann fast alle wieder.
    Der Weg nach Bilbao führte erst schön über kleine Orte, aber die letzten Kilometer leider fast ausschließlich entlang vielbefahrener Straßen oder über kleinere Asphaltstraßen - aber so ist das halt, wenn man eine große Stadt durchwandert. Die Jugendherberge ist heute direkt gegenüber des Guggenheims, das ich schon letztes Jahr bei meinem Kurztripp besucht habe. Für einen Stadtrundgang wäre Zeit, aber aufgrund des Dauerregens ist es leider nicht sehr gemütlich draußen. Für morgen hoffe ich auf ein wenig Sonne, auch wenn mich dann nur eine Mini-Etappe erwartet.Read more

  • Day666

    The last thing on our 'to do' list was a visit to the Guggenheim museum in Bilbao. Heading towards this northern city we entered Basque country. Many of the road signs became dual language; Basque contained a lot of 'Z's and 'X's and most wasn't similar enough to Spanish for us to be able to understand it. As well as the language, the terrain had also changed. Steep peaks rose to the skies, many of the summits shrouded in cloud, giving them an air of mystique, like something out of Lord of the Rings.

    Will had done his research and instead of driving into the centre of Bilbao, we made a beeline for the free street parking at the top of the hill, a short walk from the funicular railway station. €6.50 got us two return trips into the heart of the city. The railway had been running for more than a century and was mostly comprised of a single track, with a short section for the carriages to pass in the middle. We were the first on and got to choose the front cabin with a great view of the sheer track leading under an arched bridge to the city below.

    Stepping out into central Bilbao, we were immediately struck by the architectural details on the buildings; fretwork, tiles and colour all added interest. Several bars stood near the station and Laidatxu caught our attention because of the clearly displayed tapas options and prices chalked on a blackboard outside. Tapas (or pintxos as they are known in the Basque region) were layed out on the bar for you to choose. It would have been impossible for a celiac because almost every one contained bread. There were a range of small sandwiches made up of sliced bread or baguettes as well as croquettes on bread and spanish tortillas on bread. We chose 3 each and took them outside with our alcohol free beers. It had been raining and wasn't warm, but we found some dry chairs under a parasol on the pavement and enjoyed watching the world go by. Our menu included strawberries in white chocolate sauce and coffee for desert, all for a total of €14!

    Very pleased with our lunch, we set off towards the river. We often find the density of people and traffic in cities stressful, but at this moment Bilbao's streets were pleasantly uncrowded. The daylight was dull, but we still had to stop and admire the Zubizuri tied arch footbridge. Zubizuri is Basque for 'white bridge' and its painted cables rising up from the sides of the walkway were certainly a striking feature.

    Crossing over, we walked north east along the bank towards the second artfully designed bridge; La Salve, a tall, suspension, road bridge, at the foot of which was the Museo Guggenheim! The steel plated structure changed in appearance as we drew closer and our perspective of it was altered. Nonetheless, from whichever angle it was viewed, its multi-layered curved sides made for an impressive sight. Will commented that it was the most stunning art exhibit he had ever seen. We knew before we arrived that it wasn't open on Mondays, but as we were more interested in the external architecture, the absence of people queuing outside was actually an advantage. Several open air works of art were visible, including Maman, the giant copper spider arched protectively over the egg sack on the underside of her belly. Ainish Kapoor's Tall Tree & The Eye held our attention as we crossed the low paved footbridge running between the river and a still pool in which the sculpture of 73 reflective spheres was standing on its plinth. Edging round to view different spheres, we found one that showed ourselves in the centre, surrounded by a border of other balls.

    By far Vicky's favourite outdoor exhibit was Puppy, by Jeff Koons, or El Poop as he is affectionately known by locals (the art piece, not the artist). Puppy is a 40ft West Highland Terrier pup made out of thousands of flowering plants! He had moved around different places before the Bilbaoiños decided they wanted to keep him - who wouldn't!

    We spent some time walking around the Guggenheim, even climbing the steps to La Salve to view it from above. It is said to be partly modelled on a ship and this element is definitely best seen from the bridge. We even got to watch the artificial mist being produced and spreading over the calm pool at the foot of the museum. The day had begun to hot up as we made our way back. We picked up some groceries from a fruteria shop near the cable car and scanned our barcoded tickets as we pushed through the turnstile at the little one track station. The car was full of kids this time round, so we and a number of other adults huddled in the end cab, giving us a rewind of the views we'd had of Bilbao that morning. Although we could have stayed in the street, we decided to drive on so that we could relax for two nights in one place, before our journey through France.
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  • Day4

    The Slow Train to Bilbao

    September 21 in Spain

    The distance from Madrid to Bilbao is only about 400 km by car. When I found out that the "high speed" renfe train would take us over 5 hours to complete the trip, you can understand why I was slightly confused. Douglas and I had lashed out the bargain price of only 22 Euro for First Class (Preferenta) seating,whereas Allan had, for some unknown reason, opted to settle for a standard seat when he made his booking. When we found out that we had all paid the same amount for our seats, the situation became even more mystifying. But this is Spain after all.

    We had previously spent our last morning in Madrid having a final wander around the streets of the central city. We had elected Douglas to be the tour leader as he seemed to have spent the most time learning the major landmarks. All he was missing was a selfie stick with a yellow flag on the end.

    He soon had us frogmarching up and down a series of hills (mostly up) and through a number of gift shops. He has been on a quest to find a charm for his wife to attach to her charm bracelet. His quest seems just as forlorn as that of the legendary Man of la Mancha. After three days in Madrid, all he has managed to buy is a brightly coloured dress, and I am not convinced that it is even his size.

    By midday it was getting hot again and I was starting to get hungry. I asked Douglas if lunch was included in his tour, but apparently it wasn't. The first place we considered eating at was about as quiet as the main runway of Tullamarine during take off time. The combination of jack hammers and other heavy equipment was enough to make my ear drums bleed. We went on a quest for quietness and finally found a much more peaceful pedestrian only area, with a likely looking outdoor eatery.

    We picked up a couple of menus and could not believe the great prices of the food. A lovely looking baguette, filled with chicken, cost only 1.2 Euros (about $1.60 AUD). There was even about a 100 different combinations to choose from. We ordered our baguettes, paid our Euro 1.20 and waited for the feast to arrive. What nobody had warned us was that the photos in the menu must have been taken through an electron microscope with a 100,000 x magnification. The baguettes were actually perfect miniature reproductions - each about 4 cm long. I ate mine in two swallows and still felt hungry. We learned that you are meant to order quite a few of them to make a lunch. At least the drinks were cold and cheap also. Next time we will look for a proper tour guide who would have clearly explained such local idiosyncrasies.

    On the other side of our planet there was a football match going on in Melbourne. It was the preliminary final between Collingwood and Richmond. To our shock and horror, Collingwood was actually winning. We could only imagine how horrible it must have been at the MCG with all those toothless and tattooed Collingwood supporters belching their delight. I really was glad I was a world away at that time.

    By 2 pm it was getting hot and it was time for us to check out of our hotel and catch a taxi to Chamartin Station. We had ordered and negotiated a special rate for the taxi and were impressed when a shiny black limo arrived to chauffeur us to the station. We felt like pop stars as we were silently gliding through the streets to the large central station.

    After a short wait we made our way to the allotted train and took our seats (Doug and I in First Class and Allan in steerage). Right on time the train started moving and was soon smoothly making its way through the rolling hills to the north of Madrid. According to my GPS we were moving at around 150 kph, so there was no way the 400 km trip could take over 5 hours. Or so I thought.

    Over the next couple of hours the speed of the train varied between 70 kph and around 150 km and the landscape slowly became more hilly and interesting. We passed a succession of picturesque villages, each with its obligatory large church in the middle. Rather than travel in a straight line, the route of the train started to curve and wander around large hills, sometimes passing through extended tunnels. The time slowly passed. The outside grew darker. Unfortunately Bilbao drew no closer.

    With over two hours still to go, Bilbao was still 100 km away and the light had almost gone. It was only when it was completely black that the train entered a spectacular mountainous region. Well I am sure it would have been spectacular if we could have seen anything. I was watching the screen of my GPS which showed just how circuitous the route was. At times the train almost completely doubled back to where it had been 20 minutes earlier. The route that was being drawn on my screen began to resemble a snake in its death throes. All this time the speed of the train had slowed down to what seemed like walking pace. Now we understood why the journey was going to take so long. It was just a pity that we saw none of it.

    The train finally rolled (very slowly) into Bilbao Abando Station at about 9. 20 pm. The journey seemed almost as long as our flight from Australia a few days earlier, but we were here. We were also very hungry as we had not eaten anything since that microscopic baguette, about 9 hours earlier.

    Outside the station we climbed into a taxi and asked to be taken to the Barcelo Hotel. He didn't seem excited. When we arrived at the hotel, about 500 metres from the station, we understood why. It had taken him longer to pack our luggage into the boot than the actual journey itself. I felt we had to reward him, so I gave him a smile and a generous extra 3 Euro. Considering that was twice what I had spent on my lunch, I reckoned it was pretty good.

    The luxurious Barcelo Nirveon Hotel was a rather pleasant surprise. Sometimes it is nice to be spoilt and this was a lovely surprise after the long train trip. Even though it was well after 10 pm, the restaurant was still open and the 15 Euro set menu was great value. It was also delicious.

    Back in my room I was thrilled that my room had a real window and the bed was soft, clean and cool. By tomorrow all of our team will have assembled and our adventure will be able to begin in earnest.
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  • Day5

    There are some cities that you just quickly dislike from the start and there are others that immediately make a favourable impression from the moment you take the first step out of your hotel door. I am pleased to say that Bilboa is definitely one of the latter. In fact I would go as far to say that it is a beautiful, beautiful city - a place that I could quickly get to love.

    With its modest population of 300,000 it is big enough to feel like a substantial place, but small enough to feel personal. It is also helped by the fact that it is situated in a natural amphitheatre with a line of hilltops surrounding the central part of the city. The lazy River Nervion wanders through the centre of the city, making it so easy to never get lost. When you want to find you way back to the hotel, just follow the river bank.

    I must admit that the day did not get off to a great start. When I checked my computer for tje football score in the second Preliminary Final, I could see that Melbourne was already ten goals behind and it was not yet half time. So much for the dream result of a Grand Final between Melbourne and Collingwood. Somehow I could not feel disappointed as it really had been a good year for the Demons, and we had finally had a few reasons to feel heart after 54 years in the doldrums.

    At breakfast we met up with Allan and Lorelle who had arrived in Bilbao the previous day. .John Wilcock had also made it safely from Barcelona without having his pockets picked. That brought our team up to 6, meaning that we had reached the half way point. By this evening all the team should be here and we will be able to share our first meal together.

    Speaking of breakfast - it was superb. I am a little ashamed to say that I somehow spent two hours there, although I was not eating the entire time. We did do a lot of talking, laughing and catching up.

    After breakfast Allan, Douglas and I wandered out to see more of this wonderful city. Once again the weather was perfect. Although every day the temperature is in the mid 30s, it is not as tiring as you might expect. The low humidity helps to keep you comfortable (and it really helps your washing to dry also).

    Baby boomers of the 1950s and 1960 might remember the Jackie Gleeson Show on TV. It featured a guy with a funny hat called "Crazy Guggenheim". (In case you are thinking that is a funny name for a hat, it was the guy that was called Crazy Guggenheim, not the hat). His real name was Frankie Fontaine and he had a superb singing voice that somehow he got to feature at the end of every comedy skit.

    A short walk along the river from our hotel there is another Guggenheim - the Guggenheim Museum of modern art. Although I had seen pictures of this amazing building, nothing can prepare you for seeing the first time in the flesh. I am not an expert in architecture, but this place really is a work of art in its own right. In fact I would have been happy to just stare at it from different angles for hours. Although I am proud of our Sydney Opera House, in all honesty I would have to say that this place is far, far more beautiful.

    It would be hard for me to describe the building, other than to say it resembles a fluid collection of shapes and angles that seem to dance before your eyes and play tricks with your sense of perspective. The entire exterior is covered with what must be hundreds of thousands of stainless steel panels which reflect the shapes and colours of the landscape and sky.

    One of the iconic features of this building is a large, spider like object between the back of the building and the river. It reminded me of some alien creature from War of the Worlds. At irregular times the entire riverfront area is obscured by a mist of water ejected from concealed jets. I suspect that this feature is especially welcome in the middle of summer.

    Tomorrow we will be exploring the interior of the Guggenheim, so I did not enter inside today. I wandered back along the riverfront, somehow losing Allan and Douglas in the process and later found myself in the centre of the old city. This is a region of tiny alleyways, old half timbered buildings and an imposing cathedral. It was this type of old city that we had felt was missing from Madrid.

    As I sat down for lunch next to the cathedral I took my hat and sunglasses off. The sunglasses immediately snapped right in half. So much for taking them on the Camino. It was just as well I had not paid for them. Actually I found them a couple of years ago in the glove compartment of a rental car in the UK, so I don't suppose I can complain.

    I arrived back at the hotel at around 2.30 pm and felt that it might be time for a siesta. You know the old saying about "when in Rome".
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  • Day87


    August 3 in Spain

    Heute geht es weiter nach Bilbao. Unser letzter Stop bevor die Heimfahrt beginnt und der einzige im Baskenland.
    Wir sind auf einem Stellplatz mit super Aussicht über die Stadt. Heute hat es knapp 40 Grad. Wir verbringen den Nachmittag also am Platz im Schatten und machen uns erst so um 17 Uhr auf dem Weg in die Stadt. Wir fahren mit dem öffentlichen Bus bis ins Zentrum. Der Mercado Central und die Kathedrale gefallen uns nicht besonders gut. Wir gehen weiter und kommen zur "Zubizuri Brücke". Danach gehen wir zum Guggenheim Museum. Hier kann man schon von außen viele Kunstwerke sehen. Wirklich schön!
    Danach geht es auch schon wieder Richtung Bus. Noch ein letztes Mal geht es in unseren geliebten Decathlon, den es in München leider noch nicht gibt. Jetzt genießen wir noch den Blick über die Stadt und gehen dann bald schon ins Bett, da morgen die lange Fahrt ansteht.
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  • Day8

    Der Tag startet wieder vor dem Sonnenaufgang weil es einfach so schön ist in den Bergen. Die Sonne aufgehen zu sehen und alles noch schläft. Heute ist erstmal die letzte Bergetappe da es nach Bilbao aus dem Baskenland geht und somit auch aus den Pyrenäen. Diese Etappe ist dafür bis Bilbao traumhaft schön. Doch dann der Kulturschock 😉von einer Woche Wald und kaum Menschen in ein Mega Getümmel. Das geht gerade garnicht deswegen verlasse ich Bilbao auf dem schnellsten Wege. Allerdings geht es dort 8 km durch ödes Industriegebiet. Doch auch das gehört zum Camion. Dafür ist das Etappenziel Portugalete um so schöner. Die Herbe in einer Schule ist Tipp topp und so so liebe Hospitaleros❤️und das beste ist 😉noch keine Blase🙏🏻🤣
    Heute von Km142 zu 168🌞bei 38 Grad
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  • Day7

    Jetzt ist kurz Zeit und Muse zu schreiben 😉es ist so so genial das man es nicht beschreiben kann. In den letzten Tagen war es von sonnig 38• bis Stürmisch regnerisch. Teils echt volle Herbergen und Tags später wieder fast alleine in einer. Einfach nicht einzuschätzen und das macht es zusätzlich so besonders. Im Moment bin ich 133 km gelaufen und Blasen und Beschwerde frei, dank der richtigen Ausrüstung. @Nika Dankeschön für deine tollen Tipps sie sind echt Gold wert🌹bis baldRead more

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