Last night we had a great dinner just down the road from our digs. Dinner was only slightly marred by a lady on an adjacent table requiring every option to be translated and understood. She was there as we arrived, and still there when we left exploring all translations to the ninth degree. Our ordering took 30 secs. Anyway, here is the grub. Cheese cake omitted – a delicious goats cheese salad and chicken and mushroom pasta.

Today’s ride was relatively easy at 80km and 731m of climbing. The hills were kind and very manageable, apart from one unreasonably steep one where we pushed.

We set off early on a N road to avoid the morning rush. Bit foggy again so we dressed in our finest yellow. Then hopped on and off of the Camino track as we took directions from the Garmin. By midday we ended up on the Atlantic Coast and had a wonderful ride south along the coast. Very scenic.

View from our digs as we propelled ourselves into the day.

This was a tad odd. As we passed through Redondela we came across this ‘sculpture’. OK, I don’t know why or how this was created. But bear in mind we have seen some wonderful bronze work, and then we come across this. Husband and wife with shrunken Nessy. It looks like a couple of blokes had a good night out on the booze and thought it would be a grand idea to knock up some artwork!

Going through Vigo we made a slight ricket and took a rather large tunnel to the dock. Noisy, but safe as all drivers were very good and gave lots of room. One driver gave a motorbike a good blast on the horn as he had the nerve to stay in the overtaking lane for a nano-second too long. This brings me to my observations on speed limits. One really good thing about Spain is that they have sensibly low speed limits. However, drivers generally ignore them. They treat the speed limit as a minimum speed limit. But as I have said before, they all give cyclists a very wide berth, which is fantastic.

Once we emerged from our Vigo tunnel we spotted a super cycle path. I do suspect we missed it pre-tunnel. This path was separated from the road by a hard shoulder, then large blocks. A clear and most pleasant cycle track, sometimes shared with pedestrians.

We ran along the docks where they park the boats in colour order! How nice is that?

View across the inlet.

Views down the Atlantic Coast.

A few shots along the way.

By the beach

Wall popped up as divider.

This was rather sobering. A memorial to a cyclist, carved in the style of the local stone work we have seen a great deal of.

Near the end we spotted a cliff side cafe and took coffee and ice cream as one of today’s many rewards. There we met two Kiwis, Cath and Mike, who were heading north on electric mountain bikes. Here is a trio of Kiwis.