It’s a late start in Finisterre as Ali manages to sleep in
till 10:30 (I’m a sleep MACHINE!). Our
next major stop off is the big city of Santiago de Compostela but knowing
better than to visit major cities on a Saturday we opt for a quiet stop off en
route at Muros.
The journey takes around an hour and the coastal road
provides great views of the rugged Coast of Death. Muros is a quiet fishing town with a lovely
harbour and a labyrinth of cobbled winding streets working their way back from
the sea up a hill. It’s a charming place
with a mix of traditional red-tiled-roofed stone houses and lots of gorgeous
art deco buildings. There really is a
lovely feel to the place which is very up-lifting after a couple of dud
days. Nonetheless the beach is tiny and
the beach showers are opposite the only supermarket in town so not very
private! We stock up at the supermarket
and then decide to head back to nearby Louro as the beach there is much larger
and virtually empty.
The car park by the sea is very quiet too and has a
fantastic view. On the way into Muros I
had spotted a campsite with a restaurant so we decide to head down and ask if
they have launderette facilities. Sure
enough they do and after doing my best sweet talking in Spanish the lovely
owner lady unlocks the room and agrees to let us use them even though we’re not
staying at the campsite. We return with
our mountains of washing and utilise the campsite’s free wifi whilst we
wait…perfection. I thank the campsite
lady profusely and we trek back to the van with bags overflowing with
wondrously clean clothes. We also make
use of the showers on the beach and slip into fresh, clean clothes. It’s amazing how these things you take for
granted take on an almost magical feel when you’re deprived of them!
We spend the rest of the evening enjoying the beach and then bed down for a film.
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