Day 10, Cudillero — 0km

The Triple Triples are together again.
Yes, Dick joined up with us today, hurray!

Matt and I woke up to the sound of Germans (and Swiss Germans) conversing in the early morning. This to be contrasted with the Spanish, who converse and play ball until the wee hours. Ah, camping! Tonight I will wear earplugs.

We went to the campsite’s tienda to pick up our croissants and baguette, which we ordered the night before. OK, our pan normal and our croissants (with sugaring on top). We made coffee, and chatted a little with our camping neighbor, a New Zealander who lives in London, off on a surfing & biking adventure. Check out his blog: http://www.fullylugged.com – he’s got a wicked set-up, and is a better writer than I am. He created this interesting PVC piping thing to attach his surfboard to his mountain bike, and has been adventuring with that.

Anyway, we decided that sitting around reading and lounging all day while waiting for Dick to catch up. It was heavenly. We didn’t even leave the campsite.

Dick got in around 16:00, just when I was making coffee to summon him. It worked. I heard the Speed Triple engine over the sound of my boiling water, turned it off and went to wave him in, then finished it while he settled in.

We had coffee, Dick set up his tent, Matt wandered off and bought beer, and we drank beer. Then we walked into Cudillero to have dinner. Here was our walk!

We passed a school, then this lovely mansion, which looked just a little run-down, and was closed.

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And then we got the view, including an awesomely dilapidated roof.

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The walk down was all stairway, but we could choose our path. The whole town, aside from the plaza and port at the bottom and the cemetery at the top, was stairway.

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We had cider and olives at the port, where we learned a little more about how to drink cider properly. We know from the experience in Potes that the local ciders need to be aerated. There, they use a pump. If you only have a bottle, you have to pour it from a distance, which means a lot of spilling until you get practice. But first we had dinner:

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(Those pimientos are quite sweet, but Matt thought it would be funny to pretend they are spicy.)

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The city was gorgeous as we walked back up.

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Eucalyptus trees are everywhere:

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We bought more cider back at the campsite, and have finished drinking, and spilling, it… and have moved on to hot chocolate.

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