Still no donkeys

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After the earliest nights sleep last night (out for the count by half eight) you'd have thought we would have been up and at em by dawn. We weren't. Our journey to Spain began at a very civilised nine forty five and based on the fact that he has been rubbish, we put Simon to one side and relied on Gert the Google maps girl instead ( we later realised that the reason Simon wasn't working so well was that he needed an update so he may have a genuine reason for hating us!!!!!) The journey to San Sebastian was varied, traffic on the motorway meant that Gert told us we could have a sixteen minute faster journey through towns, villages and the actual back of beyond. We followed her advice through sunflower fields, pine forests and vineyards and to be fair, though it may have been faster it was also pretty lovely ( especially a place called Bourg which did make me think of Jon luc Picard having his eye drilled though!!) We crossed the border to Spain eventually after road tolls equalling the debt of a small country and were soon at our hotel. Never before have I entered a hotel from the roof but it as kind of James Bond like so I'm not complaining!! After a quick analysis of the TV channels, free toiletries and bizarre naked statues on the roof outside the window, we caught the bus into town. The number 5 bus. San Sebastian is lovely, beautiful beaches, stunning architecture and my favourite gin in a beach front bar. There are also lots of sparrows. Sharing a litre of sangria and people watching was lovely ( until we stood up and wobbled a bit) and followed by a meander along the sea shore with normal people and loonies who thought it was good to swim at nine at night in the freezing water.disappointingly there were no donkeys in pyjamas or otherwise on the beach still. A final gin at a beach front bar right next to our bus stop ( the number 5) seemed like a top idea. We caught our intended bus, the number five (after much deliberation at the timetable) and the driver even understood where we wanted to go. Woo hoo :-D Sadly the bus didn't actually go where we wanted to go but we only realised this once the bus was totally empty and stopped at a stop nowhere near where we should be in complete darkness. For five minutes. Fortunately a combination of a very friendly bus driver, lots of pointing at a map and the international symbol for 'we're tourists and we're lost' ( shrugged shoulders, shaking head and pathetic face) meant he let us stay on all the way to our actual stop and even told us when to stand up and when to get off. Bless the lovely bus driver. He also told us that we should have got the 25 to get back if we went into town again ( I think, my Spanish stretches to 'si, non and gracias' but his gestures mad me think thats what he was telling us) not entirely sure why he left this information till the end and not when we got on the bus but hey ho, were back in the hotel now and watching seriously bad Spanish telly so all is well. Adiós until France round two tomorrow

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