Day 30

Camping Duna Mungay

I have been camping for 2 nights now. The site is great. It is small and friendly and has a lovely pool and good facilities.

Last night it rained a bit! Photo courtesy of Jeff who captured the full glory of the downpour!

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The day had started well with Pastries:

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and ended well with an outstanding meal in the middle of a monsoon. I can’t imagine why I am pouting!

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The storms had settled down by the time we arrived back at the site to turn in for the night. I should add that Ally and Jeff (who took all the photos above) were restrained in their glee at having booked a chalet for their last night as thunder rumbled by. I went to my humbler lodgings full of good food by a bit wary of what the night might bring!

It was fine! Today arrived bright and sunny:

Me in my camping thermals!

Me in my camping thermals!

and has remained so. Now it has turned into a warm and balmy evening promising good weather for tomorrow.

My French sleeping concoction, as recommended by Pat in La Foux d’Allos and supplied by the Wickersons on their last trip to France, seem to be working a treat and I have had 2 reasonably good nights’ sleep.

Having waved off my occasional travelling companions of the last 4 weeks as they headed back to Bayonne and the Bike Bus to the UK, I cycled into St Jean de Luz. It was about 6 kms of hilly cycle track but the town is lovely and was well worth the effort.

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My first encounter at the beach was unexpected:

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He is, apparently,  a regular visitor and they just tape off a section of the beach till he wanders off.

Eglise Saint-Jean-Baptiste, in the centre of town, is where Louis XIV married the Infanta Maria Teresa, daughter of Philip IV of Spain in 1660

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The town has a busy working port:

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clear water:

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shady places to sit and drink:

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great beaches:

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and a Fishermen’s social club.

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It also has friendly toilets:

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and, today there was a fiesta celebrating Andalucia. It is a town for the more mature resident and one or two had got a bit carried away with the spirit of flamenco:

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She was clearly on the pull but Jose, on the right, was having none of it. He did, however gather together his small harem to pose in front of the bike for the strange Englishman.

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Back to the campsite for a swim and some maintenance on the bike in readiness for the last push on Monday. More of the same tomorrow I think.

 

 

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