never pass a pisser, never trust a fart, never waste a stiffy.
Had a saunter out on the bikes and found it’s a nice area. Very reminiscent of the uk moors. With rugged coast line though. We tried to find a bar about 25 mins cycle ride away but in typical tour fashion the sat nav sent us up some unridable track so we had to turn back. Defeated. But it’s nice to get our for an hour!
Helen’s didn’t like the In humane way the lobsters and crabs were being kept. I don’t care a totty – they taste good.
No sign of Sharnford on here! So we are ok then? We needed the Leroy Merlin stop. Apparently.
Go directly to San Sebastián. Do not collect £200. We decided not to stop at Pamplona and just press on to SS. We like it there but this time there were lots of reports of van break-ins on the Motorhome aires so we ended up at a campsite on the north side of the city. Bit of a hole but functional. We took the bus into town which was ok and direct once we worked out the timetables. And I wasn’t going to end up in Sharnford! The bus driver was typically Basque. Totally unhelpful and a general twat. Like most Basques. I don’t mind saying i don’t like this area of the world – mostly because of the people. San Sebastián was quiet. Nothing really going on so we went back to the van after a walk around and a crappy cup of coffee and tea.
All too bright sunshine so tried the old 123 trick. Yep, didn’t work.
Back home! Back in the Pyrenees at Jaca.
€4.95 for 5 tapa. Brill. All supported by copious amounts of wine.
