Not too nervous. Train down from Girona to Sants where we meet Mar who has got us a solar-powered battery charger. The train is an old, once comfortable Talgo which seems to have a broken suspension aswell as the knackered springs and cushions in the seats. Arrive in Irún after 8.30 hours and get a taxi in the rain to Hondarribia. Nice taxi driver who seems a bit gay, especially when he talks about Montgomery Clift’s summers in the area. Tapas OK, nothing special and not cheap. Like the cider. Hotel San Nikolas: friendly and well-located, clean and comfy. Nice Patxarán in the Parador opposite. Release the novel I read by Joyce Carol Oates in the square but have never got around to checking Book Crossing.
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