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<\/a>Beach at San Sebasti\u00e1n<\/p><\/div>
\nSan Sebasti\u00e1n is like Miami FL, built for tourists. (That’s not exactly true. More on this tomorrow)
\nSan Sebasti\u00e1n wasn’t my first choice but when I gave up trying to find the Camino track into Bilbao, I left all of todays logistics until this morning. As mentioned before, the Spanish bus system is clean, efficient, on-time, and not for the language-challenged.<\/p>\n
\nI wrestled for several hours using several sources of information in 3 languages (none in English). I finally found a bus in the general direction that I was headed and was scheduled to leave in 15 minutes. I bought the last seat for 12\u20ac and hopped on. One and a half hours later I stepped off 2 blocks from the San Sebasti\u00e1n beach. <\/p>\n
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Being Friday there were zero budget accommodation options available via Bookings.com. I ended up in a 60\u20ac\/night pension in Astigarraga, a remote suburb accessible by public transit. <\/p>\n
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<\/a>Old warehouse on a depleted stream in Astigarraga<\/p><\/div>\n
Astigarraga is row upon row of modern apartments shoehorned into a worn down light industrial town. It has the feeling of a town that won the EU urban re-development lottery and had to spend the money immediately. <\/p>\n
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<\/a>Giant cider barrel in Astigarraga<\/p><\/div>\n
Astigarraga was known for its fruit cider but this giant barrel in a major traffic circle is the only public testament to this heritage now.
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<\/a>Sign on bridge over a stream in Astigarraga<\/p><\/div>
\nGoogle translates this sign from Basque as:<\/p>\n
“FISHING WITHOUT A DEAD SPACE. Fishing Line without Death”<\/p>\n
It might mean “catch and release”<\/p>\n
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