“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Day 26 – 30th May 2009 – Saturday

It was a little after dawn that we set off, spirits a little brighter and hoping for a better day. We drove straight to the coast (past the very industrial and very smelly port town of Bilbao) and stopped at the tourist office in Castro Urdiales to collect more maps of the area and a campsite listing. Feeling more optimistic, we chose a campsite near the beach at Ajo and set off again on the 40kms journey.
As we found the village and followed the signs to the campsite, we rounded the corner and saw the beach on our right and the campsite on our left…. Perfect. Surfers, sunshine, and still the rest of the day to enjoy it …. until we discovered the price!!! Way outside our budget, and way beyond what we thought was reasonable for a patch of land for two people to park and sleep for a few hours. So sadly, we left the campsite and followed the manager’s instructions to find another a bit further around the village towards the lighthouse.
We found it. It’s cheaper, not by much, but it’s cheaper. I negotiated a couple more Euros off his original price and we settled on a two-night deal.
It’s a bit chavvy and has jet fighter planes going over every few minutes; but it’s hot, sunny and I don’t feel like swimming today anyway. Good job here too as the ‘pool’ is half filled with green slime. I’ve yet to brave the showers.

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