Mick was slightly unimpressed that Damo decided to give them a 30 min warning for their 4:30 am wake up, he had no intention of seeing what Barcelona looks like at 4 am.
The hotel told us that the cab fare to airport should be between 25€ and 35€. If the cabbie tries to charge us more than 35€, we should refuse and go to the police at the airport. Mick was intently looking at the meter the whole way there and was pleased to see a fare of 34€ when we got to the airport. But then the cabbie added all these extra supplementary fees ontop and it came to 45€. Given the time of morning and a plane needing to be caught, we just paid it and wrote it off as a travel scam.
Our very first airbnb apartment for this trip worked well. Checking in was a breeze and the apartment looked just like it was advertised - apart from the neighboring balcony that had a number of marijuana plants growing. With the heat of the day, the plants were giving off quite aroma, whenever we opened the balcony door we were hit in the face by the smell of weed!
Our apartment was 5 min walk from the surfing beach, so we made sure we went to that beach every day. The far left hand side of beach is where some nude sun bathing occurs, however giving it was a week day, the only people nude sun bathing were very old, brown, wobbly and hairy. When we caught up with Robbie and Maureen at the beach, they were horrified by the "sights" and did not appreciate the old nude man who bent over right in front them, we're sure he winked at us (and not with his face!).
When not at the beach we were in pintxos bars experiencing the culinary delights of this wonderful town. Our apartment was in a suburb called Gros, which is where the locals go for their pintxos, and our lonely planet guide recommended a few bars. Our first experience was a bit confronting. We ordered mini hamburgers, which looked delicious, but one bite in and we soon discovered that the meat pattie was rare/raw inside. Apart from being repulsed by the thought of raw mince, Mick was petrified that it would set his stomach off again. Given it was a mini burger, one more mouthful and the raw meat was a distant memory. During our pintxos bar crawl we came across a bar - Borda Berri, which was renowned for their veal cheeks, and rightly so! We went to Borda Berri on two occasions for their veal cheeks. On the second occasion Mick ordered two servings just for himself, so did the lady sitting opposite Mick, and they gave each other knowing glances as they ate their orgasmic veal cheeks. Mick was tempted to get a third serving but decided to be adventurous and try some peppers that were stuffed with veal cheeks. Mick had eaten this before at another bar and was expecting small diced pieces of veal covered in a cheese sauce. What he got this night was essentially a half of a veal cheek shredded and stuffed inside a capsicum, he could not have been happier! It turns out his happiness could get bigger by some delicious hazelnut and chocolate gelato.
On our final full day in San Sebastian we said a sad farewell to some amazing women we met on or tour. We promised to visit our "Canadian Chicas" Maureen and Robbie at some point in future when we travel to Canada. We also promised to visit Adelaide some time soon to catch up with Julia. To cheer Mick up, Damo agreed to spend the afternoon at the beach with the nudes, it turns out all young nudists like go to the beach on a Friday afternoon! We had an early night as we had another 4.30 wake up the following morning for our flight to Nice.
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