Thursday 31st December

After a morning walk along the sea front and through the town (Still no laundrette), decided we didn’t really want to celebrate New Years eve here. So off down the Coast to Bakio, a town right on the coast with a big beach and surfers. The town, as with what seems most places in Spain, seems to love their high rise apartments. We parked up along an almost Harbour wall one side of the beach and took a wonder round to find where we could have a meal out to celebrate New ears Eve. Well seems the town is rather dead and probably is a holiday town. It only had a couple of bars not really doing food, which were open, so we would stay in tonight and cook ourselves. Also during the early part of the evening there was a crazy noise that turned out to be a procession of cars waving flags, beeping their horns and one of them with a loudspeaker. They came right around where the motorhome was parked and back off. It was at this point and after reading about the ETA (the Basque terrorist group), we had seen it sprayed everywhere, we realised we were in the heart of the Basque country and got a little nervous, did they like foreigners? Anyway a glass of wine later decided we would stay put and we were being silly, the town had started to feel a little strange. We had more wine and a meal then more wine and took a walk along the beach for midnight. On the way back to the motorhome the sky went crazy with fireworks, it was lovely to watch. After watching the display and celebrating the New Year we realised we were very drunk so headed off to collapse in bed. The party and coming and going around us seemed to last all night mind. Also in the middle of the night Lorna woke me convinced the motorhome was going to be engulfed by the sea in a big wave, we were close to the edge admittedly, but the sea had only risen a bit.