So much for not drinking much cider. I was reliving Gijon days of old with Sarah and so the four of us (we were joined by Sarah´s friend Fiona who was out visiting) ended up downing 8 bottles of sidra and dancing til 3.30am, an early night for any local. I´m glad I no longer live there, I´d have no street cred left the way I was dancing. The next day we headed along the coast (nursing an almighty hangover)to the west to a surfy locale called Pantín, it was...

Well back in the old haunt of Gijon, well Beth's old haunt. Made it through here from the Picos de Europa (mountains). Had a dirty sanchez encounter where someone tried to break into the Nad in the middle of the day when were in the supermarket getting supplies. Dodgy b***** tried to force the window down on the front passenger side and busted the window which has meant that we have come into Gijon to do some running repairs on the nad. Thought we would be ok to...