Hotel Duque De Wellington Vitoria-Gasteiz

Our final day, and from Madrid it was off to Bilbao and the Guggenheim, followed by a night encamped at the ferry port.... Lym was STILL cooking, folks, even sat on the concrete of the ferry port... as our posh caravan neighbours came out in the morning to wish us good morning, shaking out their table cloth ...

... in French. The change in geography is quite startling though because as soon as we entered Spain it became more hilly and mountainous. One thing that we have noticed is that Spanish campsites are a little on the expensive side but hey, it's still cheaper then hotels. On to another long day of driving….oops….

... few pinchos and glasses of wine. It is the favorite pastime of Bilbaoans on a Friday night. In fact, it’s 10pm and they action is just starting….but we’re settling in for bed. We’ve just been blown away by the food this time around. In the past our gastronomic experience was less than stellar. I think we just hadn’t gone to the right places. The feature tonight was a duck ...

... br>With the nice tourist services in the place such as tourist guide, accommodation and transportation is more convenient a tourist-friendly place. Hoteles en Bilbao, restaurantes Bilbao, Bilbao car hire and other tourist services are one of the economic sources of the city.

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Hotel Centro Bilbao

... similar to an accordion. Well it just happened to be the 7th annual festival and there were performers from Ireland and Italy as well as from the Basque Country. It was a night of culture and I was pleasantly surprised by the last act. The entire male band, including the crew of 8 Basque dancers, finished the concert playing in button-up shirts and their boxer shorts! Good times.   Sunday I took the train to Vitoria-Gastiez and visited ...

Urghh long, long bus journey from Valencia. Sleeping tablets helped, but what didn't were the rude Spanish couple behind us who persisted on banging on the back of our seats all journey. They seemed angry that we were using the recline function which we had paid, and were entitled to use...

Anyway, arrive at about 8 or something where we got ...

... and ticket offices only adice on their own country. So 3 train changes got me cross the Italian-French border. Some advice from a local on the train, info from the ticket office, and on spot decision making together allowed me to find a sleeper train that arcs through half of France and reaches the Spanish Basque country. Very slow, but nice and clean first class, gave me a well earned rest ...

... my cold will break by then, too. I`ll update more tomorrow. Today is Wednesday- the sun broke out a bit for a few hours, but quickly dissappeared again as the rain and wind set in. The rest of the week promises to be the same. Yesterday, I traveled with some California hostelmates to a town called Bilbao, which is most known for the Guggenheim museum. Bilbao is 1 hour west by bus. Its a very modern, industrialized city, which was relatively unknown and certainly ...

... on what my problem might be. Sure enough, no tendenitous, simply inflamation from the constant pounding. Gloooorious! As I thanked her and bid ¨Buen camino¨ I ran into Frank, from Scotland, a retired Physcs teacher who I had met the first day in St. Jean. He was walking the Camino a second time, (he completed the entire first journey across Spain in a kilt!) with his brother Kevin, a child neurologist by ...

... blended into one and well... I struggle to distinguish in which order any of the events over the next couple of days took place... So... we were woken up pretty early the following morning to delve into deluxe breakfast of boiled eggs, bread, and if I recall correctly a fruit and possibly some cereal too if you wanted... and this out of the finest plastic plates, cups and bowls available... Hmmm, it does taste good!!! We headed into town ...