Another Road Trip ๐Ÿš, and Sea day ๐Ÿ›ณ

The Motorhome keys are in my hands, this neat wagon with its satellite TV system will cruise the 550 miles to Bilbao and let me watch the Liverpool v Roma match en-route

Today will be a easy paced drive to the north of Madrid, six or seven hours, and overnight in a large town (in case the Sat TV doesn’t pick-up the footie). That should leave a three hour meander to the ferry in the morning. Maybe enough slack time to tour Balboa city a little.

Before leaving, just enough time for the weekly bike ride to the top of the mountain with Karl and Michael it’s a steady climb, then back down at an average speed of 25mph, hairpin bends need a a little nerve! a farewell to Shane, who pretends he hates minding Emma’s shoulder bag (I suggested he only carries it when she actually is out with him maybe)There’s time to enjoy a meal with Prisci at a beach side restaurant – forgetting I would be driving her the route she takes to work six days a week๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ, and the nearby town is one she and her family lived in for a few years – not the surprising unique dining I thought it was going to be, I try and a quick stop at Deryck and Margaret’s to check his rotavator engine for a model number for spare parts, and a chat with Stu before hightailing it out of Puerto Mazarron