While walking I passed the center of Biarritz and found out that actually there was not much to find out.
A crowded touristic city for rich people, where from time to time you could find some beautiful spots, but you had to watch out for them. I went down to the beach and found the Atlantic ocean as thousands did at the same time.
I took my shoes off and diceded to walk as long as possible along the beach. The water was really nice, not too cold and almost literally inviting you to take bath in the waves. But I did not yet since I wanted to gain some kilometers. Besides, I had the chance of following the sun to set in the sea.
While walking I thought that idea of just walking all the way was so typical me and I asked myself, if I had some company, who would really do such a crazy thing with me? Probably noone. And probably for some good reason. Well, actually it took longer than expected. At a quarter to midnight I was in the center of St. Jean de Luz which really was worth all the walking. The city is even at night very beautiful and in addition there was a rock band playing one of my favorite Muse songs - in langue basque.
About 9km left until I'd reach the border. I thought this time I could spend some time dancing with happy people. At 12:30am the concert was over and I continued walking while my feet were already hurting. I passed some fishing villages, one part of the way went through almost complete darkness I wondered how crazy could someone be doing such a trip.
As I did not want to walk on the bigger street all the time, I walked on a smaller one but the same direction which was, after some kilometers, a dead end. Quite frustrated and with burning feet, at about 2:30am I built up my tent somewhere outside Urrugne and a few minutes later I was already sleeping on the hard and uncomfortable ground. After some light sleeping I got up at about 9:00am and walked just a few kilometers back to get on the big street again.
At 11:45am I crossed the border, but I cheated a bit since I had a short hitchhike lift with a nice girl from the Normandie for two kilometers to Hendaye.
After I crossed the border, which wasn't such a great experience since on both sides it was not quite clean and beautiful almost the same way, I found a guy from Nice who was originally from Nantes but now working in Biarritz, who took me to San Sebastian. Although it was raining almost all the time I had the chance to find out that San Sebastian is a very beautiful city worth a visit.
After the long walk yesterday which was all from Bayonne to like 2km before the border and took up to 40km, today I wanted to relax and go to Bilbao by covoiturage, which I didn't know yet how to call it in Spanish. By the way, while asking my couchsurfing host in Bordeaux whether he likes to be or even live in Paris, he told me that he doesn't because to live in Paris that is often nothing but 'métro - boudou - dodo' which means, as I understood it, metro, work, sleep (dodo comes from dormir). Compartir coche - that's how they say in Spain as I found out asking the couchsurfing host in Getxo. I spent one hour in an Internet café to search for a coche a compartir but there were not many. The guy from Getxo, Iñaki, told me in the meantime that the busses from San Sebastian weren't much more expensive than the ride shares so I decided to take one. While online, I checked my Facebook and had a chat with a school mate I haven't talked for ages with. To get to the bus station, I had to cross almost all the city and passed several beautiful spots and sights but unfortunately the battery of my smartphone which I use as a camera was too low (while I use my old phone to write here, to make calls and so on). And to talk about women passing by again: many of them here are beautiful, even hot, and I got the impression that they might be more relaxed and open minded, including concerning their dresses, than those I wrote about in Toulouse. Some of them even seemed to look at one in a quite provocative way. Not necessary to tell how I like that. And, sticking to that subject and making it more naughty, I often got to see why they might call 'it' 'Spanish'. Well, back to the bus, I found out that it wasn't that easy to find the right one since there was neither a real plan nor any really helpful sign on the busses but Spanish and Basco all mixed up. I was really confused, so I asked a driver to help me. He showed me a ticketshop of his bus company and now I happened to have bought a ticket double the price it would have been with a ride share but maybe that's the price for not knowing Spanish nor Basco. So for now we learnt that we should not buy tickets from
pesa.net but from
alsa.es. Going by bus I saw the Pyrenees, how some mountain tops were hidden in the clouds, but most of the time I was sleeping. Iñaki offered me to pick me up at the bus station to show me the town and some nice view points. I was happily looking forward to seeing him.
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