First day in Spain
The ferry journey turned out pretty good. After feeling a bit green early on I managed to find my sea legs and got used to the swaying and pitching.
Not sure how you’re supposed to go to sleep in a reclining chair though so I gave that up as a bad job and curled up on the floor, much better and only got trodden on once.
Off the ferry this morning and rode around Santander in the chaos, the place really comes alive when the ferry docks. Soon found the quiet road to the north that I was after and rode up lots of dead end roads to see coves and beaches.
There were lots of campsites marked on the map so I thought I’d have no problem finding one early. Not so, at one of the last options on the headland the lady said they too were closed and suggested I try a town 15km away. Raced off in that direction and found an open one, not marked on map. So first lesson, don’t trust the campsite icons on the Michellin map!
After a bowl of spaghetti in mushroom soup (I know, no shops!) and a couple of brews it’s time for an early night. Nice to lay on something that’s not moving.
Mountains or coast tomorrow, not sure – but I’ll try to remember to put suncream on my nose, it’s a bit red.
Adiós
