Cadiz...pfssstt. Been there. Done that. Time to move on. Unfortunately the only flight to our next destination leaves at 5:00 pm so we have the whole day to get to the nearest airport which also happens to do the required route from the south of Spain to the north. Could've done a 9 hour drive, however that was the last option. So it's a trains, planes and automobiles day.
The late flight meant a relaxed get up, breaky at our favorite breaky place (an interesting take on eggs Benedict) and back to the room to collect the gear and wander down to the local train station. 3 direct trains to the airport today, so taking the safe option midday one means a 4 hour stopover at the Aeropuerto de Jerez where they have all the right equipment to make a proper coffee, we just don't know how to ask for it. Also lost the sunscreen at the security gate (too big a bottle - should've been in checked-in. This is what happens when responsibilty is passed on to a blogger too caught up in his own prose constructing thoughts).
Also looks like one will never be able to pass through the screening process without alarms going off due to the new knees.
The train trip itself was pretty boring scenic wise. Through the flat tired salt farms dotted with decaying centuries old relics of buildings that would be in a museum at home, drab housing estates and concrete medium rise apparment towers looking all very uninspiring under the cloudy grey skies.
A hot muggy inland breeze drifts across the airport carpark as we trundled our way through it to the terminal from the station. Go figure, all the way out here in the drabness of urban Spain they still have trains going to the airport. Maybe one day Melbourne will grow up. Unlikely though. The wait for the plane was filled in by catching up on the world news from a home perspective. Happy to be away from it all even if all the colour of Spain seems to have been sucked away by the dull grey clouds drifting across the landscapes.
The flight was interesting in that it was full of families, lots of young kids and they all actually did what they were told by the announcements. As in, when the stewards did their seat belt, exit pointing charade they all actually shut up and watched! Then when disembarking they stayed seated until told to get up (row by row) and get their stuff and get out. Maybe this is how a civilised country actually works...was also happy about the fact that the visible crack on the wing did not grow any bigger during the course of the flight.
Upon landing at Bilbao AP it was not too difficult to find where the car hire shuttle bus would collect us. It all went well within 30 minutes we were on the roads being guided by Waze to uor destination. Really difficult staying within the speed limits as kept changing more frequently than new restrictions along the Princess through Bunyip. Managed to navigate the tollways ~$20 bucks for the pleasure only to be hit by a huge traffic jam caused by police for some reason or another. It was behaving like a lanes blocked due to an accident but all of a sudden, the gates opened and we started flowing again. No idea what they were up to but it meant we arrived in San Sebastian in the dark and too late to do anything but grab a late dinner at a recommended joint just around the corner from our new (somwhat dank smelling) dwellings.
Seems we have dropped in the salubrious scale somewhat, will know more tomorrow however the "terrace area" for this particular establishment was out the back in a modern built square surrounded by looming apartment towers reminiscent of the famous ones built in Melbourne for the 1956 Olympics. Food was good. The staff stressed yet friendly. It will be very interesting to see what it all looks like in clear light of day.
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