Fair Weather Bikers

I woke at around 7:30, it was a cloudy day but not cold. Daz got up at around 8:30, we had breakfast (in a tin again!) and set off at around 10:15.

We filled up with petrol (thanks to the GPS again) and then got underway. Our route for that day was to head to the coast for our final night in Spain. From here on we were heading away from the Pyrenees and doing a lot of the distance on motorways. To start with the scenery was still quite nice but got more and more dull as we neared Pamplona.

At Pamplona we came off the motorway and worked our way around the city to avoid the toll roads, the GPS again coming into its own. On the outskirts of Pamplona we went through an Army checkpoint and then headed away from the city on a nice sweeping motorway with interesting scenery.

We stopped at a service station and noticed the vultures were still about riding the thermals. It really is quite hypnotic to watch! We filled up again and did the last stint to the coast. It remained a cloudy day for the entire journey but that did make for very comfortable riding.

We filled up again once we got to the coast at a very strange small petrol station on the side of the road as we wanted to ensure we didn't have to fill up the following day. Then we made our way to the camp-site.

The site was very nice; on a cliff with stunning views overlooking the sea. The weather also improved and it turned into a very warm sunny day. We were allocated a super spot specifically for motorcyclists and bicyclists and started pitching the tents.

Up-to this point Daz had always managed to finish setting up first and I was determined to beat him at least once, so as soon as we pulled up I jumped off bike bike and started unstrapping and unloading everything, much to the bemusement of Daz! I did manage to complete setting up before Daz, but only just and I was absolutely knackered. Daz on the other hand finished shortly after me and just chilled out.

As we had done the journey mainly by motorways, we had made very good time, and it was only around 1pm by the time we were fully pitched up. We had an ice-cream and then saw a sign which said Beach so we thought we'd give it a go. Well it turned into an epic trek on a very underused path. We could have done with machetes! After negotiating an over grown path, disused train tracks, another over grown path, and nearly breaking my ankle we eventually got to the beach.

It was basically a boulder beach. Walking across it was a real challenge as you had to jump from boulder to boulder. When we finally reached the sea we were both knackered, but as we'd made the effort we thought we had to go in. Being in the sea was even more treacherous as you still had to stand on boulders only you couldn't see them and the waves were constantly trying to knock you off! We didn't stay long and headed back up.

By the time we got back to the tents I was truly exhausted, so we got some food from the local shop and had lunch of ham and cheese on a fresh baguette.

For what ever reason the vast majority of folk at this site were Dutch. A couple of families arrived while we were eating lunch with the most elaborate set-ups I've ever seen, and it was also quite obvious they had not done much camping in the past. Watching them attempt to set-up was hilarious and occupied us for most of the afternoon!

As evening set in I had a shower and then we headed up to the bar for some food and beer. As it got dark it started to rain so we moved in doors. I had a burger, Daz had the chorizo tapas from on the bar.

By the time we called it a night it was chucking it down, which continued through-out the night.