Where's Bertie? He's in a surfers' car park about four yards away from the edge of a low sea cliff, looking out across a bay (exact location: 43.40466, -3.31308).
Weather: More wall-to-wall sunshine, but very poor air clarity.
About every three weeks when we're on the road, the quantity of laundry in Bertie's wardrobe starts to exceed the capacity of the laundry bag. Being in a city with plenty of laundrettes dotted around the place, our main focus this morning was on the mundane task of reducing the laundry pile back down to zero.
Another ride on the funicular railway preceeded a one minute walk to the nearest laundrette, which I spotted despite the best efforts of some scaffolding to hide it. Once inside, at first glance, I was slightly horrified by the prices: €5 for a small washer, €10 for a big one, and €3 for just 15 minutes of drying. It was only when I noticed that the big machine was 20kg, and the small one 10kg (usually it's 8kg and 5kg), that I realised that we could cram all of our stuff into the smaller (or almost all; the towels did have to get omitted). That made the price far more reasonable, and it got even better when it turned out that the driers were so efficient that everything was dry in 15 minutes. Bargain!
One more errand to a cash point, and we were headed back up the hill for the last time. Lunch followed hot on the heals of elevenses, then that was us done with Bilbao. Westwards we went.
The car park for which we were aiming was fairly packed when we arrived, and has remained so ever since, with every space being taken within moments of being vacated by the previous vehicle. We must have struck lucky to get a prime spot overlooking the water.
The view from in front of Bertie. See all the bodies in the water? We counted 30 at one point - and the surf really isn't that good here.
A wider view of the bay
Whilst it is a lovely spot, there's limited ability to walk anywhere from here, and thus not much to do but be lazy. As we had got a little bit of exercise in this morning, we opted to stay for the rest of the day and enjoy watching the surfers and admiring the view, but there's nothing to hold us here any longer, so, after a good spell of staying at least 2 nights in each place, we will move on in the morning.
Brits abroad?
The harbour, behind Bertie.
Weather: More wall-to-wall sunshine, but very poor air clarity.
About every three weeks when we're on the road, the quantity of laundry in Bertie's wardrobe starts to exceed the capacity of the laundry bag. Being in a city with plenty of laundrettes dotted around the place, our main focus this morning was on the mundane task of reducing the laundry pile back down to zero.
Another ride on the funicular railway preceeded a one minute walk to the nearest laundrette, which I spotted despite the best efforts of some scaffolding to hide it. Once inside, at first glance, I was slightly horrified by the prices: €5 for a small washer, €10 for a big one, and €3 for just 15 minutes of drying. It was only when I noticed that the big machine was 20kg, and the small one 10kg (usually it's 8kg and 5kg), that I realised that we could cram all of our stuff into the smaller (or almost all; the towels did have to get omitted). That made the price far more reasonable, and it got even better when it turned out that the driers were so efficient that everything was dry in 15 minutes. Bargain!
One more errand to a cash point, and we were headed back up the hill for the last time. Lunch followed hot on the heals of elevenses, then that was us done with Bilbao. Westwards we went.
The car park for which we were aiming was fairly packed when we arrived, and has remained so ever since, with every space being taken within moments of being vacated by the previous vehicle. We must have struck lucky to get a prime spot overlooking the water.
The view from in front of Bertie. See all the bodies in the water? We counted 30 at one point - and the surf really isn't that good here.
A wider view of the bay
Whilst it is a lovely spot, there's limited ability to walk anywhere from here, and thus not much to do but be lazy. As we had got a little bit of exercise in this morning, we opted to stay for the rest of the day and enjoy watching the surfers and admiring the view, but there's nothing to hold us here any longer, so, after a good spell of staying at least 2 nights in each place, we will move on in the morning.
Brits abroad?
The harbour, behind Bertie.
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