Wanting my mum in Puyarruego
Our 1 tent camp
Glad we stopped where we did last night as there turns out to be nowhere else after that. Get to road and keep heading down. Hungry and tired. Sunshine most of the time which is a big help. Lovely road down the gorge but not sure how long we have to go. Eventually see town and camp-site after hours of fantasizing over what we will eat and drink. Have nice menu at the spotless camp-site for €12.50 and feel alive again. Wash clothes, get bungalow for €55: a lovely wooden chalet. Fantastic showers and very helpful staff. Sandy a bit freaked out and doesn’t want to do anything. Wash everything in washing machine and hang all our clothes out on the porches of three bungalows. We have neighbours opposite who shout at each other having normal conversations (QUE QUIERES?) inside their miniscule caravan and water the grass. Me and Colin go for a walk to the village of Puyarruego. We spot a bar / casa rural called “O Paco” which looks like a good spot for dinner. Lovely views from the town and information boards about the “navateros” who were responsible for transporting logs down the river by making them into rafts. Decide to get Sandy and go for dinner at O Paco which is a great place although the apparently gay and lonely owner, Paco, is completely mad and wants conversation so we end up watching him foam at the mouth as he plies us with Patxaran until rather late. Sleep for nearly 9 hours.
No comments:
Post a Comment