After some good times with Geoff, and too much rosé and pamplemousse syrup, I saw a window in the weather and decided to continue south. This was to be the first time I’d visited Spain and didn’t know what to expect. The northern coast of spain is known as the Costa Verde, and I should have known that verde, meaning green, means rain—my break in the weather wasn’t to come quite yet.
At the end of many, many kilometers I headed up a mountain road. Hoping to find a camping spot I climbed into clouds, and the air chilled with each hairpin bend. Already sunburned, and now soaked, the prospect of a good night’s sleep was not looking likely, so, defeated, I turned around and parked up at the first B&B I could find. I learnt two important lessons about Spain; nobody speaks English (and I speak no Spanish) and it’s pleasantly cheap (€30 for a charming room).
Next morning the clouds had lifted somewhat, so I went to look at the town and the lakes at the end of the mountain road.
With plenty of time left in the day I set off east to complete some more kilometres, the story of which I will save for the next post.
First two days of the trip were tough. Left at 4:30am to catch the ferry, and was up until about 10pm for a cold night’s sleep in the forest. Then a simple but not very interesting 500km to reach my first stop, Geoffrey (who I first met on our trip around France in 2009), by early afternoon.
Geoffrey’s hospitality has been much better than the weather, so the plan is to head south again after staying here for a week.
Starting this Friday 17th, I’m going to be spending some time riding my motorbike around Europe.
Pictured below is everything I’m taking—except for the camera I took the photos with—and everything I need to ride, camp, work, eat, swim, hike, etc. It also happens to be the majority of what I still own.
With this trip I’m going to try something new and post more regular and complete updates as I go, rather than come back with a pile of photos to sort through. Check back soon…