Blogs from Gijón, Principality of Asturias, Spain, Europe
September 15th 2011
Paiva valkenikin aurinkoisena ja ennusteet lupasivat liki helleilmoja. Kavelin laheisen rannan kautta. Mietin poikkeaisinko myohemmin uimassa, mutta se aie jai. Cimavillan kukkulalta oli hyvat nakoalat. Poikkesin katsomassa roomalaisen kylpylan raunioita. Lounas oli ruhtinaallinen. Ensin ayriaiskeittoa, sitten linssikeittoa. Kumpaakin sai laittaa lautaselle kattilasta, ja soin molempia kaksi lautasellista. Kolmesta sardiinista jaksoinkin sitten syoda vain kaksi. Omenapiirakka meni melkein kokonaan, samoin 0,7 litran siideri. Iltapaivalla satoi. Poikkesin rautatiemuseossa ja asemalla ostamassa seuraavan paivan junalipun. Illalla kavin viela siiderilla keskustassa.... read more
September 14th 2011
Matkustin junalla Leonista Gijoniin. Eraan tunnelin jalkeen maisema muuttui taysin: kuivasta ja keltaisesta sumuiseksi ja vihreaksi. Gijonissa piti vaihtaa sortsit farkkuihin ja ottaa takki esiin. Taman seudun erikoisuus on siideri, jota viela kaadetaan lasiin korkealta.... read more
1000 kilometres on the clock
Published: August 28th 2008Europe » Spain » Principality of Asturias » Gijón
August 19th 2008
The remaining stages of our journey onwards to Gijon passed without major incident or impediment. Notable mentions go to three drunken locals (with megaphone) waking up the entire campsite in Ribadesella with three hours of sustained shouting starting at 5:30am and also a night where our accommodation options dried up and we had to pitch in a field on a 30 degree slope. So we have arrived. Gijon marks the end of our three month walk. Having carried our bags along Northern Spain’s Camino paths for over one thousand kilometres some interesting statistics (subject to a certain degree of guestimation) have emerged. Consumption: 46 kilos of pasta (we pilgrims needs our carbohydrate) 52 tortillas (bought vac-packed in the supermarket, a lunch time stalwart) 72 ‘café con leche and tostadas’ (the only proper breakfast) 57 nights under ... read more
August 13th 2008
With the excitement of the Picos now ten days ago we have returned to more sedate wanderings along the north coast enroute to Gijon. Gijon is where the campsites on the Camino del Norte dry up and the path turns inland. From Gijon we will take a bus back to Bilbao to meet our ferry. We crossed from Cantabria into Asturias several days ago. Although we have covered limited ground in our latest region of Spain Cantanbria’s beaches and coastal town are much the superior. The highlight of our time so far in Asturias has been our gastronomic encounters with the local seafood. On our first night in Llanes we were sat outside our tent looking out to sea enjoying a post dinner mint tea when one of our neighbours returned. He was a middle aged ... read more
May 19th 2008
My travelling companions, Sandi Heath and Lynne Rose, and I finally found an internet cafe in Spain. And, guess who we found inside it clacking away? My lovely friends, Jim and Linda Lequesne. We last saw them a few days ago in Bilbao and then went our separate ways. I wonder what the odds are of finding friends at 8:30 p.m. without having made arrangements to do so? Higher than I think? Anyway, it was good to connect and share a story or two. England for 22 hours was great. Lynne and I dashed to Wimbledon for a cup of tea with Tess, my mother in law who is ailing. We then headed to Jessie´s, the wonderful second cousin once removed to Tiana if I understand my geneology charts right. Dinner chez elle then off to ... read more
August 3rd 2006
I moved on to Gijon, another seaside town although smaller than San Sebastian. There's a beautiful park here which was formerly a fort - if you walk along the beach you won't miss it. The views are fantastic from here, and there's sculpture is pretty amazing - and huge!!! Met some crazy 21-year-old Spanish girls whom I partied with and who made me some ´calimocho´ (wine connoisseurs look away NOW) - it´s a mixture of red wine and (shock horror) COCA-COLA. I imagine only a Uni student could think that up. After Gijon, I can honestly say I am waaaay past being 21.... read more
