Strangely enough, this morning was much like the morning before. It was so nice not having to be up for anything.
I intended to go and see the town today, and meet Christian for lunch, but as market day was Wednesday, I thought I would wait and do both things together.
Before that, though, we became convinced that the fridge really didn't work, and so I went up to reception to ask them to fix it. The woman there had reasonable English, and she said she'd send someone down to look at it. I went back to the van, and after about 15 minutes, a nice man with excellent English came to look at it. He said he'd come back in half an hour to see if it was still warm, and that he'd replace it if so. I said I was about to go out, and he said he'd let himself in.
I packed myself up, and set off walking to the beach. I took the path along the road until I could get closer to the cliff edge. I found a dirt road into the thick forest, but only got a few hundred metres before the mud and puddles became impassable in my thongs.
So I went back to the path beside the road, and made my way down the hill. It didn't take long to get to the beach, and the end closest to the campsite was almost empty. I took a couple of photos, and made my way along the beach in a leisurely fashion.
At the end, I investigated the breakwall before finding a spot to sit down and get a little sun. I didn't spend too long there before Christian finished for the day, and we managed to meet up on the beach. After a short swim, we made our way back to the car, and then back to the campsite.
We got ready, and went out again as a group (we took Vicki with us) over the border to check out Spain, well Hondaribbia. It was slightly disorganised in that Paul and Christian ended up in different places - not helped by the fact that there was some festival going on where the locals were burning things next to the harbour, and there was nowhere to park.
We eventually found each other, and sat down to enjoy some delicious tapas in a lovely square on top of the hill. We were treated to a marching (trudging?) band coming through as well. It got cold, and Vicki lent me her scarf to wrap around me.
After dinner, Christian, Vicki, and I investigated the festival back down the hill (it wasn't very exciting), and then headed back to Hendaye via a fuel station. It wasn't a very late night.
I intended to go and see the town today, and meet Christian for lunch, but as market day was Wednesday, I thought I would wait and do both things together.
Before that, though, we became convinced that the fridge really didn't work, and so I went up to reception to ask them to fix it. The woman there had reasonable English, and she said she'd send someone down to look at it. I went back to the van, and after about 15 minutes, a nice man with excellent English came to look at it. He said he'd come back in half an hour to see if it was still warm, and that he'd replace it if so. I said I was about to go out, and he said he'd let himself in.
I packed myself up, and set off walking to the beach. I took the path along the road until I could get closer to the cliff edge. I found a dirt road into the thick forest, but only got a few hundred metres before the mud and puddles became impassable in my thongs.
So I went back to the path beside the road, and made my way down the hill. It didn't take long to get to the beach, and the end closest to the campsite was almost empty. I took a couple of photos, and made my way along the beach in a leisurely fashion.
At the end, I investigated the breakwall before finding a spot to sit down and get a little sun. I didn't spend too long there before Christian finished for the day, and we managed to meet up on the beach. After a short swim, we made our way back to the car, and then back to the campsite.
We got ready, and went out again as a group (we took Vicki with us) over the border to check out Spain, well Hondaribbia. It was slightly disorganised in that Paul and Christian ended up in different places - not helped by the fact that there was some festival going on where the locals were burning things next to the harbour, and there was nowhere to park.
We eventually found each other, and sat down to enjoy some delicious tapas in a lovely square on top of the hill. We were treated to a marching (trudging?) band coming through as well. It got cold, and Vicki lent me her scarf to wrap around me.
After dinner, Christian, Vicki, and I investigated the festival back down the hill (it wasn't very exciting), and then headed back to Hendaye via a fuel station. It wasn't a very late night.
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