Mundaka

After the frivolities in San Sebastien we headed up the coast a small way to one of the top surf spots in the whole of Europe at Mundaka, a sleepy little town at the mouth of an enourmous inlet from the sea.

After a short drive we found the campsite, and as much as I like sleeping in a tent next to Bendigo and Iain likes sleeping in the cab (he is not allowed a tent as he snores to loudly) we elected to splash out on cabin and enjoy a real bed for the first time in two weeks. I say a real bed however as we found out three of the beds were in a sort of bunk bed formation and these are not quite as fun as you remember them being when you were eight!

This not to say it was a bad place to stay, as you can see from the picture the view was rather a good one and as an added bonus they had free internet which in hindsight we probably should have used to update the blog but Iain and Nathan were more interested in the football scores.

After setling in Bendigo and Nathan went down to check out the surf, while Iain showed the effects of the previous few days calorie intake and crashed out. While the surf looked good from a distance, it was stronger than it appeared and Bendigo found this out being swept a long way into the inlet before stuggling to get back. Emerging from the water like a weary cross channel swimmer except without being covered in whale fat, Nathan kindly declined the offer to take the board out, citing the wetsuit as being too small, having a cold, not feeling well and generally looking at the floor and kicking imaginary dust out of the way.

Exploring the town afterwards we latched on to two fellow travellers Shaun (Heineken to his mates) and Kate from Tazmania and brought them up to the campsite for a meal (Iain is currently pressuring me into telling all that he was doing the cooking!) and some beers, all was civilised until one of the team made a bold announcement.

Not learning from what happened the last time Bendigo took it upon himself to invite two Irish lads, Dennis and Collum the campsite to share a few jars which as it turned out was just as entertaining as the last time we did it just a few days previously. As you can imagine the pace gradually picked up until we were on the red wine, vodka and possibly several cleaning products!

I might add at this juncture that I blame most of this night on the beers we bought from Lidl (where mum's go when Iceland's too expensive) for 24 cents a tin!

Of course the travelling stories got going along with all the other banter including Shaun telling us how he got the nickname 'Heineken' most of which we have on tape but is a bit on the long side, I'll just say it involves a usual party activity, a bottle top, bread, cordial, an x ray, and a wooden spoon! If you can figure out what happened, answers on a postcard to the usual address and a free taxi ride could be yours!

All in all a seriously good night even if we did end up sprawled on the floor!

Next stop a seriously long drive, the need for a personal soundtrack composer, and Portugal!