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... and then. The funny thing was every time we get close to a cape, strong gust come with big swell and breaking waves which made us a little uncomfortable; then as soon as we pass the wind drops and sea calms a little as if it was trying to tell us something?!? The most amazing scene was just before entering the bay of Gijon, this long fish jumped out of the wave then dived into another! Perhaps that was the welcome ...
... bus ride was about 45 minutes, and we saw lots of people riding pushbikes up the hill. Every year there is a cycling race up that hill, like a mini Tour de France. After we had walked up the track to the viewing point and taken some photos, we walked back down a different track, then had lunch at a café at the bottom of the track we went down. After we’d had lunch we walked around for a while, and then caught the bus back to our station, ...
Sophie and Leah got up early for school and about 20 minutes after they left, I got up too. I wanted to eat breakfast before it was over so I tried to leave and the door was locked. I started trying harder and harder to open it and it wouldn't budge. I slammed myself into it and debating jumping out of the window but it was too much distance. I started banging my fists on the door and screaming for help and eventually two girls got a janitor to come and open the ...
... where we are
headed (which would mean a long passage)
The coastline is amazing when you can
see it. It has changed quite significantly since leaving the Picos
behind – rolling green valleys, sheer cliff faces of limestone and
wonderful wooded mountains in the background.
We got to the harbour, which is full of
small craft and fishing boats and the moorings are onto buoys where
you tie on fore and aft. ...
... which was red bull, orange juice and vodka and did a rose and a thorn. My thorn was me missing my flight, and my rose was the weekend in Zarautz. When it was Zak's turn to go, he made a speech about how grateful he was to have met all of us and how even though we were only together for a short amount of time, we had touched him and had all connected on a deeper level than we could have ever imagined. Then Kory brought up the point that even if we had known each other before ...