To us, Salamaca is just a stop over point on the journey north and we don't enter into the city. We do however queue for 20 minutes at the fish counter in Leclerc for a huge hake which cooks beautifully in the oven, nearly but not quite as good as fish from M...Mor...no, we can't do it anymore. We ban ourselves from mentioning the country south of Spain beginning with M and try and focus on enjoying what time we have left in Spain.
Keen to get back into our usual rythem we break out our wild camping database and head straight for the center of Burgos where we find an incredibly central car park with free parking 6pm-10am. Result. The town itself has a nice feel to it, with the centerpiece being the Unesco World Heritage Cathedral and bustling side streets lined with modern cafes with a quirky edge.
|Parking in Burgos|
|San Sebastian Colourful Facades in the Plaza|
We visit the aire near the university, it's full with about 25 motorhomes but has the feel of a gypsy camp, with a scruffy Italian van running a loud generator we decide we don't fancy spending the night. We make a late dash for Hondarribia. The marina has the barries removed and motorhomes have taken over, but there is so much parking available that it has a much nicer feel about it. From here the water down the middle of the harbor divides French and Spanish territory. We'll soon be onwards and upwards into France so we need to choose our route carefully as the weather is set to turn.
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