Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Hondarribia
We caught the night train from Barcelona to Irun, arriving early in the morning. It was drizzling. Not a great start to the trip but we took a positive attitude to it and agreed it could only get better. We caught a taxi from Irun to Hondarribia and the taxi driver showed us his summer holiday snapshots while driving, Jackson and Bennett were a little concerned at this casual attitude towards road safety but lets face it; Spain is different. He dropped us in front of a cafe and we immediately downed 2 cafes con leche with freshly baked croissants. The guide book we had, suggested that the cheapest place to stay was a hostel out towards Cabo Higuer. After breakfast we trudged out to it in the drizzle, me feeling the weight of my pack for the first time. I have to say that I was the least fit of the 3 of us and a little nervous of the prospect of this journey.
After booking in to the hostel and dropping our gear in our bunkroom, we walked out to Cabo Higuer to officially start the walk. There is a lighthouse on a high point above the actual cape, we took a photo there and then climbed down to the most western point we could get to at sea level. The original idea had been to go for a swim, and being August in Spain I had thought that would be no problem at all, in fact a pleasure. But the day was miserable, drizzly and cool, and the Atlantic did not look at all inviting, so we stood knee deep in the water instead and we then walked back into the centre of old Hondarribia, found a excellent bar and, thanks to the barman, were directed to an even more excellent restaurant. After a superb meal and more wine than we should have drunk, we headed back to the hostel for a siesta.
After booking in to the hostel and dropping our gear in our bunkroom, we walked out to Cabo Higuer to officially start the walk. There is a lighthouse on a high point above the actual cape, we took a photo there and then climbed down to the most western point we could get to at sea level. The original idea had been to go for a swim, and being August in Spain I had thought that would be no problem at all, in fact a pleasure. But the day was miserable, drizzly and cool, and the Atlantic did not look at all inviting, so we stood knee deep in the water instead and we then walked back into the centre of old Hondarribia, found a excellent bar and, thanks to the barman, were directed to an even more excellent restaurant. After a superb meal and more wine than we should have drunk, we headed back to the hostel for a siesta.
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