Hotel Sercotel La Boroña
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This is a great route which I cycled with my sons Paul and Mark when they were about 12 years old (twins). This would be about 1994. We camped as we went. Today we went first to Santillana del Mar. This town originates from about the 15th century I believe! The photos say it all. My son Mark loved the torture museum.....horrible. We ate roast …
... preparing the head sail under power. It started quite nice at midday with the full main beam reaching out of the bay then just before I had the angle to pass the cape, heavy swells with strong gust made me hold action. Having out the outboard inside, the main was not enough to power us through these big breaking waves. Then I remembered all the basics again, little small simple things makes high difference at ...
... 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, ...
... trip and we got pretty good seats which was great because the drive was pretty stunning. Again, not what you really think of as Spanish country side but we basically drove right through green valleys with amazing mountains, sheer cliffs and various small villages tucked into the hills the whole way. Alright!
We got into Oviedo and walked the 10 very hot minutes to our accommodation for the two nights we were there. It turned out the place we were staying was a ...
... 8221; (for want of a
better word) a rather awkard night with the swell rolling in ever so
gently which reminded us of Alderney and Dale (Pembrokeshire) where
we would roll and come to an abrupt halt with a squeak of the ropes
and the rub of the fenders against the pontoon (except in Alderney
where there was no pontoon just an abrupt halt). At least we got a
decent sail in the day before and did not have to pay for the berth.