... or so you might think after that night. - As soon as we lay in our bunk, a storm started to brew outside. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, bringing first rain and then torrents of water. The wind howled more and more, the roof tent of our Hector creaked so much that it was scary. It wasn't until dawn that the wind died down and we finally got a wink of sleep. - But the rain was to stay with us until the afternoon. - Outside, the green meadow has turned into a quagmire overnight. Table, chairs, carpet, my sneakers, everything soaking wet. The wind has even pushed the water through the tarpaulin in the roof. We pack up and I take a shower with our carpet. Around midday, we set off in the direction of Santander.
On our journey, we alternate between sunshine and rain showers. But when it comes down to it, it stays dry. We want to cross the Ría de Bilbao via the Vizcaya Bridge. This is actually the oldest transporter bridge in the world. Of course, Hector and Sharky want to enjoy something like this without the rain.
Otherwise, there is little to report about today. - We look for a pitch for the night at the Virgin del Mar campsite. We have now reached Cantabria. As soon as we have everything in place, we try to get some moisture out of the van. First of all, we give Hector a good warm-up. As we don't fancy a sauna, we decide to go for a walk by the sea in the meantime. We come across a tavern called Bambara. A little quirky. A bit of an English pub on the outside, African colonial style on the inside, with Cuban music and a Heineken served as a regional cerveza. It's nice and cool, but when we look at the somewhat greasy menu, we decide to cook it ourselves.
The weather should improve tomorrow. Then we'll dry our clothes. Two nights with little sleep are just too much. Either way, rest is the order of the day tomorrow. We want to take care of ourselves a little. We both feel a cold coming on. But ginger should help, then some yoga for Torgit and press-ups for me. Maybe we'll visit the "patron saint" of Santander on the Isla Virgen del Mar. But that's tomorrow.
Insight of the day: Even a single tavern can be international.
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