To San Sebastián

Perhaps I was a bit cavalier judging yesterday's walk as "easy" because, of a truth, it was only half a stage, the second segment of which was today's exertion. First, a taxi to get to Paisajes San Juan. Isn't it cute, the town, that is? (The taxi was ordinary):




Then, for about a dollar, in about two or three minutes, a little motor boat ferries you across to the other Paisajes, that of San Pedro.

The guy wearing the nifty hat and brandishing the oar had the job before the motor was invented. It must have been a really sweet ride in those days:



From the vantage (or do you have to say "vantage point?") of the boat, you can see how really cute Paisajes...that of San Juan...really is:



On the other side, the coastal segment of the day began, but first, a word to Teddy.

Teddy, if, God forbid, the bathrooms at Hunter are as formidable as are these steel enclosures, from which, the door once locked, even Houdini could not have effected an escape, and whose emergency button summons no aid, not to worry. Just bring a book because apparently there is a timer and the door will eventually unlock.

There is something to be learned from being temporarily imprisoned in a dirty, metal cubicle. Imagining it furnished with a cot, one would, without hesitation, have no difficulty saying,"No" to drugs!





Whilst imprisoned in that dirty, metal, windowless cubicle, I did imagine a cot therein, which image should be enough to deter anyone from committing any infraction of the law WHATSOEVER AT ALL that could land them in the hoosegow!

Relieved (pun intended) to get out of there and on to a gorgeous walk, nowhere near as difficult as the sign preaches. Roughly translated: "No pain, no gain."





A long flight of steps began the climb:





For those wanting respite in the shade, by and by there was a place for that, too, but buggy. And, yes, that is garbage on the ground:





Many views were reminiscent of the Pembrokeshire National Trail:



After a few lovely hours, the famous beach of San Sebastián:



A bus back to Hondarribea and now two days of recreation before the official walk. This is more adjustment time than was necessary, but who knew?


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