Parador de Hondarribia
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... to Geoff that I thought Hendaye was in the opposite direction. Agreeing, we wait for the train to loop back or shunt out and then head towards its, in our minds, proper destination.
It was not to be and an announcement over the speaker system confirms our fears that this was the train to Paris!! Thankfully it stopped at Biarritz, where we got off waited and caught the train to Hendaye which we would and should have caught at St Jean which was running forty five minutes late. ...
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 ...
... shopping and little bars. When we were settled in it felt good to cook our own food and stay in one place for a while and have a break from 'travelling.' Luckily we were right near the ocean and in the middle of Biarritz and every day we went for a walk along the rocky cliffs and around town to see what else we could discover. There was sadly no surf for Tom so we had to find other ways to keep entertained. In France baguettes and crepes are eaten very regularly. Our favourite crepes ...
... we found an open restaurant and a seat in front of the fire fixed us up. From there it was a pretty steady 20km to Santesteban (Doneztebe). The main road had a few sections that we were not allowed to take our bikes - it was great as on these sections we ended up on the old parts of the road with no cars at all, very nice. Allan's bike was playing up again with the front brake rubbing and even with the best adjustment that we could come up with at ...
... through had harbours, often boat building, and very busy streets. Usually it was difficult or impossible to find a park. The country side remained green and beautiful. It was never a dull drive here.
We camped at a wonderful campground high up on the hills near Zarautz. From the front window of the van the Atlantic Ocean was before us. More challenging the next day of ...
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always a pleasure to stay in these old, beautifully restored buildings.
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