Arcea Hotel Los Lagos
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... back to lighten the load. I did fit my wunderlich CNC levers –much to the amazement of the he,an campers next to me. So I extolled the virtues of German engineering much to their amusement. A short run into town started with a iffy moment as I turned out of the camp site onto the wrong side of the road - luckily for me another bike was coming the other way at a reasonable pace. Knowing that turning while in Europe ...
... any traffic or trucks and everyone seemed to be sticking to the 120 km hr speed limit...so when in Rome. Recognised a few bikes from the Ferry couple of GS1200's and they wave their boots at me as passed. Off the main A8 highway and back into a road that seemed so familiar a gorge with tight twisties - just a few caravans and slow vehicles to pass. Saw a couple of bikers who also had GPS issues at the port both on GS1200's. Caught them up but reminded ...
Finally we drift into Rioseco and find a hotel. It is a relief to dry out and neck a beer or two. There are some damn fine heavy ales in this part of Spain.
The hotel has been in the family for a long time. In the dining room there are old photographs of the hotelier's father or grandfather working in the smoke house at the back. He is surrounded by ...
... while. We are at the back of the lowest deck so almost last to get off. Eventually our turn comes and we head off up onto the wharf. Passport check are perfunctory and we set off on the Spanish adventure.
It should have been easy to get out of the town and onto the coast road leading west towards the Picos National Park. But a combination of traffic lights and my inattention means that within five minutes I ...
... posted every time police got a report of wife abuse. Unfortunately they see it far too often.
Finally it was time for us to head to the restaurant called Tierra Astur.
It was kind of rustic, with sawdust on the floor and communal seating along long tables. Plates were already in place, each with a thick slice of dark, thick-crusted bread.
And then they started serving the ...