21OCT-11NOV2004 I had a good feeling when I arrived in Spain.
Gasoline was 20% cheaper, cigarettes were half the price of France and the sun
was shining.
I found a little town called Tossa de Mer and checked into a very nice hotel
with internet, a jacuzzi, and a very nice room at a good price. The beach
is nice and the restaurant next to the beach served a really good seafood paella
with wine and dessert for what I would have paid for a Big Mac Meal in France.
I
enjoyed touring the castle and sitting in the sun on the beach for three days
then headed south for Barcelona. I saw Gaudiīs cathedral and did some
people watching on La Rambla. Then after a considerable search for the
right road headed south down the coast of Spain.
The roads were reasonably
well marked outside of the big cities and some had spectacular ocean views.
The mountains are dry and parched like the southwest of America and so I felt at
home.
I continued south trying to stay ahead of the cool weather.
I found a deserted beach and pitched my tent under a palm tree. It was the
most scenic camping spot of the trip.
Mostly I stayed at hostals (the
secret word for cheap Spanish hotels). By eating the menu del dia I
managed to get some great meals and some not so great meals. But, the meal
usually included a bottle of wine so I was happy.
I calculated the time that I
had left before my ferry reservation in Bilboa and figured that I had a week to
stay in one place. I opted for Torremolino on the Costa del Sol.
Supposedly a sixties jet-set hangout now itīs a transplanted town for the
English. Mostly retired and overweight, the English flocked to the pubs
for fish and chips and mash. At least I found a good second-hand book
store and replenished my supply of novels.
I prepaid a week at the hotel to
get a good price and I was happy when my time was up. I headed south for
Gibraltar.
13-19NOV2004 After Returning from Tangiers and traveling up
the coast of Portugal, I returned again to Spain. This part of Spain was
very different. Lots of green and lots of trees and of course much colder.
I
cut across the interior and then travelled down the coast to Bilboa. TBGS
was beginning to feel the miles. On uphill stretches the engine would miss
and Iīd lose power. At this point I was just hoping to limp into Bilboa
and catch the ferry to Portsmouth.
I arrived with three days to wait so I had
plenty of opportunity to wander the streets of Santurzi (Bilboaīs port city)
and update my website. The weather was chilly (10-12celsius) and my room
was unheated. The TV had programs in Spanish and Basque but no English.
I was out of books and couldnīt find a store with English paperbacks.
Travel
weary, I was ready to be on my way back to Germany and then to Dallas. My
travel bug is definitely under control...at least temporarily.
Thereīs only
about 300km of road between me and Frankīs house and I suspect it will be
mostly cold and wet. Iīve concluded that November is not a great month
for motorcycling in Europe---even in sunny Spain.