Farewell to Iberia
02 July 2016 | A Caruna, Spain
David and Andrea
Our departure was set back a few days as we waited for a suitable window to cross Biscay to France. Hard-core sailors had spoken in fearful tones about this stretch of water so we were keen to heed the advice given. Accordingly we sought out more adventures in A Caruna. These included a poorly researched coastal bike ride that lead past the city’s sewerage treatment works and ocean outfall, before climbing a very steep hill followed a boring descent through gritty suburbia back to town. Stopping at a bakery for some fresh bread, David was accosted by a local poorly medicated schizophrenic, and used the wonderful expression, “No habla Espanol” to fend off his begging or insults. Later we wandered the churches and buildings of Old Caruna and had an excellent tabla variada (ploughman’s lunch) at El Leonesa jamoneria. Another lunch was taken at the Royal Club Nautico which was highly reminiscent of the upstairs dining in the Royal Sydney Yacht Squadron but significantly cheaper. The last culinary delight was churros con chocolate. Thin pastries dipped “fondu” style into a cup of hot melted chocolate. Yum.
During our time at A Caruna we made some new friends only to bid them farewell as we headed in the “wrong” direction. And so, with trepidation, we drew abeam of the Tower of Hercules before heading NNE into the wilds of the Bay of Broken Biscuits or Biscay. Adios Espana, its been fun.