Baya Hotel & Spa
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Sorry about the flurry of reports, but we have just returned to WIFI country. It seems a bit scarce here at times! Having been warned it was going to be a tough day we had breakfast early and were on the trail at 0815. After a quick look in the high section of the village we turned off the road onto a steeply ascending track. We progressed upwards for about 4 hours making slow progress. The walking ...
... and I set out to find a toilette. She really needs to watch her liquid intake; drinks way too much coffee and water. It feels like we do this a lot. It became obvious that they don't want you to find the toilettes. We were in the depths of the train station and still couldn't find one but we did find a Starbucks! Oh so lucky! We had to hustle back to join the group. We follow Simon like we are his shadow. It's always better to be first then last. ...
... to have a white line painted down the middle.
Her joy is short lived, we arrive at the aire to find the entrance road under two feet of water.
What to do?, it is now dark, the nearest aire we know of is another ten miles or so.
We decide to park in the deserted car park opposite the adjacent (closed) campsite and settle down to eat and sleep.
It continues to rain for most of the night.
Although our travelling has been a bit limited we are slowly getting back on the road with the camper van and making use of it to visit old friends both in England and France.
Our latest expedition has seen us travel through France to the Dordogne region before hitting the Atlantic Coast near Biarritz. Although the sun has been in short supply, it has stayed generally warm and certainly the sea near Biarritz is still ...
... Grandma Foster's address book many years before.
We made our way down towards the main square in town, on the port. It was lunchhtime and there were many locals sitting having lunch and a drink. We stopped at a little place- non Anglais!- and ordered some thing from the counter (no menus) which the lovely man who didn't speak any English told me was 'fish'. As was the next plate and the next and the next! I think 'fish' was ...