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Travel Blogs from St-Jean-de-Luz
Ahh this is the South of France that we had hoped for! A clear blue sky with only the occasional white cloud scudding across . We set out , this time intent on a train journey, to Hendaye, a little town on the French /Spanish border for a day at the beach.
Arriving at the station we purchase our tickets in a hurry noting from the information board that, the train to Hendaye will be a platform two NOW! We dash on glad to have caught it and settle down. As the train moves on, ...
Leaving Madrid to head toward the north coast of Spain we
thought we had encountered the worst of the hills, but no, the van was
confronted again and again with further climbs all of which caused it to
struggle and meant that we were often pulling into the side to let those cars
behind us pass. The scenery was much the
same as the trip into Madrid, very harsh and although I looked everywhere not
once did I see a house that even vaguely resembled ...
... reminded me of Noosa when it was first built and had smaller funky restaurants and cafes and was less populated than Biarritz. We really liked the relaxing vibe and planned on coming back for a day.
Finding our apartment in Biarritz was a little difficult and there was no where to park. We ended up parking in an underground public car park and walking all our luggage and groceries up a steep hill to our place. Biarritz is a very hilly surf town but very pretty. There is good ...
... used to be where the bull fighting happened. Not a bull in sight now, unless you count the 20 or so English guys on a bucks show competing for the señoritas. I don't know if there is a city on earth where the wine is cheaper than water, but SS is the place. 2.5 euros for an aqua con gas (mineral water), 2 euros for a white wine. 2 EUROS??!!!! And it was delicious as well, not a hint of fruity lexia was detected. We tried out a few pintxos and went to bed for a siesta ...
... to regular tourists who camp or hotel it. Some of the local business employees are not very friendly and would serve the locals or Basgue speaking patrons before us, even if we were there first. We found the employees who knew English were generally the friendlist and they were generally men!
We met a young dutchman and his father who were on the pilgrimage and had walked from Utrecht, Netherlands three months ago and had just arrived in St. Jean. ...