Our new friends |
But, bizarrely, in common with many long distance walks the first day is supposed to be a a bitch. And we have to carry these, not so little, beauties.
But luckily, thanks to Eurowings, the beauties haven't arrived in Spain. So we needn't have worried. They are still holidaying in Germany.
So, on the first evening, we took a casual stroll down to the Atlantic. So technically, and in keeping with our tradition, we did this bit backwards. But very definitely on foot.
Luckily, the weather was nice. At least nice enough for a walk in town.
Our view - straight down |
It wasn't so bad as long as you liked trains and station noises.
Virgin feet |
Irun, hopefully, isn't the most beautiful Spanish town we will see. Don't get me wrong it's not awful just a bit like lots of pre-season small seaside towns all over the world - a bit crap.
The sea was, well, wet and cold. But luckily as we didn't have any bathing costumes we couldn't go for a swim anyway. And it was a public beach we we couldn't go naked.
Bay of Biscay (well a bit of it) |
Us |
Atlantic 0km |
Mediterranean 840km |
This, lack of a swim, marked the true start of our adventure. And was followed by a slightly drunken meandering wonder back to our hotel. You have to feel sorry for the kids. Somebody should ;-)
This was a good start - no rucksack, no sweating, not much getting lost (thanks Mr. Gps). But tomorrow...
Day Zero completed.
Only 800km (or so) to go.
The Route* |
As we finished our dinner that evening - the weather looked pretty much like we were in a English seaside resort...
Crap!
* Disclaimer: the map is just a pictorial representation of our intended route. Please don't use it for navigation purposes.
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