Once on Spanish land we first said our goodbyes to Dave. This is Dave.

We were then waved through customs, while rather satisfyingly they had pulled all the motor bike riders up for a frisk. We then followed some very nice cycle paths alongside the harbour entering the city of Bilbao. It was very quiet on the roads and through the streets, making us grateful for arriving on a Saturday morning.

We Hola’d many cyclists, who, in the main returned with a Hola, or some other phrase that we took to be friendly encouragement. This bit had a nice wider shoulder.

This was a stiff hill, but look to the right! Yes the pedestrians had an escalator!! Never seen than before. I suspect funded by our past EU funding.

We took a detour to see the outside of the Guggenheim Museum. Nice building.

Spotted this little fella outside, crawling out of the mist. All very War of the Worlds but without that screaming kid.

It ate these people shortly after the pic was taken.

If you like old doors this is the pic for you. We came across this old building in the town we are staying at, Rather taken by these well maintained doors.

We took a stroll down to the town to get some lunch from a rather lively bar. Karen opened with an order for a beer, 2 small sandwiches and a bottle of water, 5Euro!! Coming from the boat where I could swear that they slipped the decimal point to the right, this place was welcomingly cheap. Beer was tip top as well.

A 43km ride took us from the ferry to the town of Guenes where we’re stopping for the night. It’s partway up a valley, and we can see the hills that we’ll be facing tomorrow – we better fuel up well tonight!