San Sebastian

BEDFORD ROAD: From Bilbao it was only an hour or so up the country to the posh seaside resort cum 21st backpacker playground that is San Sebastian. With no accomodation we were forced to ditch the car behind a small river that teemed with fish and try our luck in the narrow streets of the Old Town. It isn't too easy to find touts and within fifteen minutes we'd found ourselves in a decently priced, fairly scummy room. But why spend time in your room when you're in San Sebastian?

That night we dined out on San Sebastians famous cuisine and more specifically its seafood before downing a couple of bottles of Rioja before hitting the bars. The night ended with me and Mick throwing our pint glasses (plastic of course)at a group of Aussies from our third story balcony and telling them to "Pull your head in." It was one of those nights. Then next morning we swam in San Sebastian's beautiful chalice shaped bay and lay around on the beach. With clouds overhead the beach was almost deserted which was a nice touch.

In the afternoon we grazed on tapas before climbing up the hill at one end of the bay to check out the Jesus with antennas attached to his back. That night, more fine food, less booze and the Poms made major inroads into what was, initially, a 3 - 0 deficit in the 500 Ashes.