Wednesday , July 13th Muros.
Blog-log 3748.3 (none ridden today!)
Location: camping San Francisco, Louro, Galicia.
It seems strange that I should choose to have a rest day so close to the end of the tour part one – it was less than a hundred kilometers to Cap de Turiñan. But I was shattered and literally had to recharge my batteries. But bearing in mind that I had stumbled across the camp site from paradise at San Fransicso and the weather looked glorious I decided to turn my back on the tour. But I did manage to catch up on some of the blog in the bar after breakfast. But I couldn’t bear to hang around indoors all day so I betook myself to the beach, which the tourist guide pamphlet had told me was, “Occupación – Muy Alta”, no translation necessary I assume!
The beaches here really are fabulous – and in fact once the holiday season really gets going from the Fiesta of Santiago Apóstol at the end of July I guess the Playa de San Fransico will be heaving! White sand, clear water – freezing! In fact most of the coast is a little bit spoilt by rather tacky sporadic development, which was why I wanted to be at Muros. But the beaches themselves are fine and there are reefs and lagoons within walking distance of Louro as well as quieter coves – many of which are naturist beaches.
Apart the usual maintenance the only bike stuff I did was chat to the couple who’d helped me find the camping last evening. They were touring Spain in a similar route to my original plan; starting at Irun on the French/Basque border and then visiting al the cardinal points, Cap de Turiñan included, where that had been yesterday. They are not usual at all – most young Spanish bikers have sports machines and go on holiday by plane like normal people do! What was usual with them is that neither lived in their home town, she was from Madrid and lived in Valladolid while he was actually Greek and had lived in Spain for about four years. He was keen to know about riding in Britain, where he wanted to visit a cousin in Cardiff – I’ll have to get my mate Barcelona Pat onto that one – he’s from The Valleys!
Muros itself was just a few kilometres walk away and did me proud with free tapas at every bar . . . walking home was another matter – but I slept well!