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Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Portugal, Spain versa


The Basque VX take on Japan in San Sebastion tomorrow, just down the road from Gran Camping Zarautz (rugby for the uninitiated).  If we get our timing right, may just catch it live.  We have seaviews so are relaxing watching fishermen landing their catch.

Yesterday we spent in Nationale Parque Pisco de Europa, Avin, checking out the local fauna, tasting food and sampling vino.  If we had more time, we’d take a week out in Zone 6, site 7 – camping at its most basic but with a bar and pool within 250m.  Lloydy found time to forage; finally, Mrs L’s having a positive effect on the lad.

The views on departure from the park via the mountains were spectacular.  Lloydy looked down once from his drivers perch and after that we sat in the middle of the road whenever possible. Took the N634 to avoid rip-off tollroads - thoroughly enjoyed the scenery and the challenge of up-down roads!

If you’ve got time to check the photos closely.  Got bad news for boys and girls in Britian … snow is eminent!

So, what else have Team Lloydy been up to this week:

Post Vila Cha we headed north towards Spain.  Most notable on our drive have been signs for ‘Santiago de Compestela’.  Lloydy’s done his reading and reckons it’s a significant pilgrimage.  Everywhere we’ve driven along the northern coast has scallop-shell signage.  



To be fair, the only pilgrims we met were at A’Vouga, north of Muros where Lloydy also managed to charm Elida for a few days.

From A’Vouga we ‘wild-camped’ at Gijon (HeeHong) due to being booted out of Santa Maria del Mar for arriving 10 mins past closing time.  To be fair, it was dark … and the place was heaving (probably pilgrims)!  Felt a little like Joseph and Mary being chucked out of the inn. Sorry no Jesus on the way!












We love  Northern Spain.  Mrs L thinks lots of places reminder her of the lower North Island, NZ.  The place has so much character, scenery, wonderful people.  Plus … we can see why they don’t advertise. 

Another last minute never seen ever in our tour of Europe.  Pataka kai … well, corn stores for the Spanish.

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