Found, by accident, a small and fairly evenly price (in comparison) campsite called ‘El Mirador de Llavandes’ someway past Santander. Has an owner who speaks French which is handy, a free Wifi zone in the bar which is even handier and hot powerful showers… Heaven. We are the only people here since we discovered that the Spanish season doesn’t start until 15th June and we can only use one ring on the stove without tripping the 6A fuse box. But all is looking much better today. The sun is shining, the birds are everywhere (as are the damn frogs) and the only thing troubling me is a mosquito bite that has swelled up on my left eye making it painful to open – and that was even after Ant’s 3 hour vigil in the van Monday night trying to kill it and stop it biting me whilst I slept on oblivious.
“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