Avoiding albergues at all cost, I was cruising around the coastal backroads and found one the most amazing places you could imagine to set a tent for the night. Completely alone, I parked out on the farthest bluff I could find in between two small coves.
Ya, that'll work...
A strong wind woke me in the middle of the night and I briefly considered moving from such an exposed position but thought better of it. I was glad I didn't when the wind woke me again at sunrise...
Up early, I planned for a long ride and stopped in Luarca after a few hours, a port town seemingly set straight out of a movie, with a narrow entry opening to a wider bay and surrounded on three sides by steep hills lined with colonial buildings.
View at lunch...
After a meal, I went for a quick swim and as soon as I got out, it started dumping rain. I sat pathetically on the beach with my most important stuff under an umbrella for an hour waiting for the squall to pass. I made it town before it started again and this time I found relief under the awning of a closed restaurant. With a break in the downpour, I rode out of town and got about a mile before common sense kicked in and I turned around and checked into the Pension Moderna, a completely unmodern hotel with shared bathrooms. Glad I did when it started raining in sheets the rest of the day.
Above, on the break wall before the rain started. That the town's church and cemetery on the bluff in the background.
Excited for the road ahead!
PS I'm about a week behind on the blog... It's hard to find energy (and wifi) after riding all day.. Even a 35 mile ride takes a long time when you're loaded with gear going up and down hills
Robadeo -> Luarca -> 35 miles
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