An early start, 06:30, to cram in Bilbao before boarding the ferry and I awake to a squall on the mountain top.
The drive down to sea level is long, winding and breathtakingI am stunned by Bilbao’s architecture, streets, and thousands of red lights! Nowhere to park a Motorhome, I just drive around frustrating Taxi’s, busses and delivery vans trying to get the city going, de Nada – I’m enjoying the tour.
Anyone coming here for the Rugby Europe Cup Final (Gloucester are finalists) will have a great time.
The ferry arrives, bikers champing at the bit to get on these lovely Spanish roads (not a pit-hole in 600 miles on my way here) and I’m boarding soon, it’s a long sleep for me after lunch in the dockside cafe….