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Travel Blogs from San Sebastián - Donostia
... to Geoff that I thought Hendaye was in the opposite direction. Agreeing, we wait for the train to loop back or shunt out and then head towards its, in our minds, proper destination.
It was not to be and an announcement over the speaker system confirms our fears that this was the train to Paris!! Thankfully it stopped at Biarritz, where we got off waited and caught the train to Hendaye which we would and should have caught at St Jean which was running forty five minutes late. ...
Spanish haciendas that were so popular in Australia in the 70’s (admittedly we
did not travel any further south than Madrid, so maybe they are all there
waiting for us).
We travelled along many minor roads which had two
plusses, we got to see much more of the local villages and we avoided some of
the more ridiculous tolls. Arrived about
lunch time the following day in a seaside resort that looked to all intent as
if someone had come ...
... thanks to a walking tour though the old town and orientated ourselves by walking up to Jesus aka Mt Urgull. The view was awesome. One of the biggest highlights has been the fantastic food. Our first night we felt a bit like fish out of water walking into the first pintxo bar (small tapas like food on baguette, covers the entire bar!) but we took a walking gastronomic tour the next day and after felt much ...
... and giggling and taking silly photos one of which is the very lame selfie where I'm trying to work out how to take it! Being in Biarritz was different to the rest of France. The streets are still complicated as well as the language but it was very beautiful and had a relaxing vibe. Two weeks after we left we heard the women's Roxy pro surf competition was cancelled from no waves! I was so sad to say goodbye to France for now but very excited to check our Spain - our next stop San Sebastian.
... As the time for boarding approached an announcement was made: the flight was now leaving from Gate K92. Well we thought there was going to be a riot. Everyone was going crazy but we had no choice but to head back to the train via all those long steep escalators and cross to the other terminal. We were like a herd of cattle charging around the place. Imagine when the hundred or so angry passengers arrived at the security point at Gate K only to be stopped ...