Day 2 - Fish and Taxis
Monday 11th July 2016
The sea is calm next morning but the ferry is an hour late docking in Santander. We fight our way through a thousand Harley Davidsons on deck 2. Eventually we are off and thread our ways through the narrow streets and out of town.
The A8 is one of the most beautiful motorways in Europe. It swoops and rolls along the northern coast of Cantabria and Asturias where the mountains touch the sea.
Our first night of camping is on the cliff tops near Luarca, a lovely little harbour settlement reminiscent of a Cornish fishing village. it is a steep walk down to the town but worth it.
The little harbour is full of boats and a fantastic sunset presents a scene from a movie as the sun dips down into the Atlantic and floods the harbour with red-orange light.
We find a harbour-side fish restaurant and settle in for the evening. Mick has tuna, Sean has veal and I have a small pink fish, no idea what it was but it was delicious. Sean reckons it was a piranha.
We ask the owner to call us a taxi so we can avoid the murderous uphill slog back to the camping ground. After several calls none seem to be available. But the proprietor is a nice old boy and evidently feels sorry for us because he tells us to hop into his car, conveniently parked just outside the front door. Ten minutes later we are back at the tents. Top man.
It's a lovely calm evening, the sort that calls for a bit of Pink Floyd. Although there are very few campers and none anywhere near us the owner swoops in after a few minutes and explains to us that it is after midnight (yes we know that) and we should respect the other campers. Oh well, it was a nice idea.
Not a very Spanish reaction but the owners are apparently Dutch.
SW it's good night from him and good night from us. Let's see what tomorrow brings.
The sea is calm next morning but the ferry is an hour late docking in Santander. We fight our way through a thousand Harley Davidsons on deck 2. Eventually we are off and thread our ways through the narrow streets and out of town.
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| Arriving in Santander |
The A8 is one of the most beautiful motorways in Europe. It swoops and rolls along the northern coast of Cantabria and Asturias where the mountains touch the sea.
Our first night of camping is on the cliff tops near Luarca, a lovely little harbour settlement reminiscent of a Cornish fishing village. it is a steep walk down to the town but worth it.
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| Cliff top camping in Luarca |
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| Luarca harbour at sunset |
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| Another sunset shot |
The little harbour is full of boats and a fantastic sunset presents a scene from a movie as the sun dips down into the Atlantic and floods the harbour with red-orange light.
We find a harbour-side fish restaurant and settle in for the evening. Mick has tuna, Sean has veal and I have a small pink fish, no idea what it was but it was delicious. Sean reckons it was a piranha.
We ask the owner to call us a taxi so we can avoid the murderous uphill slog back to the camping ground. After several calls none seem to be available. But the proprietor is a nice old boy and evidently feels sorry for us because he tells us to hop into his car, conveniently parked just outside the front door. Ten minutes later we are back at the tents. Top man.
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| Remains of an unidentified fish |
It's a lovely calm evening, the sort that calls for a bit of Pink Floyd. Although there are very few campers and none anywhere near us the owner swoops in after a few minutes and explains to us that it is after midnight (yes we know that) and we should respect the other campers. Oh well, it was a nice idea.
Not a very Spanish reaction but the owners are apparently Dutch.
SW it's good night from him and good night from us. Let's see what tomorrow brings.
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