St Sébastien- Zaragoza Day 2

hello again everyone

it's been already two days since my last post but I promise it is not my fault but internet connection here in hotels is quiet bad ( but not as bad as the English of most people here ;) Yesterday; the 20th of July, I had another long trip crossing the southern end of the Pyrenees, via Pamplona up to Zaragoza. It is an autonomous part of Aragona and also part of the oriental Spain.

As the weather up north was not better at all ( it was even worse than the evening before)... I decided to skip Bilbao and Victoria Gasteiz which is really a pity because I would have loved to see the museum of Guggenheim and also Guernica which is close to Bilbao. The German couple I met in the hostel told me it was really worth it, so I'll have to wait for my next visit in Spain.

I started at 12.30 pm after a looong breakfast hoping that the rain would stop and the temperature would pass the 20 degrees but of course it did not. Thus, I had the pleasure to try the rain gear for my bags which took me another 45min.

For the next hour, I took my second shower for this morning, after, suddenly, all the clouds disappeared when I got out of the Aiako Harria National park just before Pamplona. From then on, the landscape got flat and the streets straight ahead.

Having arrived in Zaragoza (temperature went up to 34 degrees) I went to the old city centre to see the Basilica del Pilar, I think the most famous and by far most impressive building in this town.

Hello my dear

due to the sometimes very bad internet connection, I didn't manage to write everything in the blog yesterday. I was really tired in the evening from the journey even though it wasn't the longest distance until now.

I met a German couple at the hostel and had breakfast with them, hoping that the weather would improve soon, because I didn't really feel like leaving. At around 12:30 I did it, as there was no improvement in sight for the day. So I could also try out the rain covers for my motorcycle bags, which took much longer than expected.

So I went through the mountains for about 1 hour at a maximum of 17 degrees, but it felt even colder because of the humidity.

Of course, I drove the entire route on the country road and not on the highway, 1. you always have the annoying toll fees and 2. it's far less beautiful in terms of landscape.

The route went through the south and the remaining foothills of the Pyrenees, which was really impressive.

In the late afternoon, I arrived in Zaragoza (after a 262 km day tour) and had to realize that I would be pretty lost here if I didn't speak Spanish. Not even the lady at the reception spoke English (not a single word). That shocked me quite a bit, but maybe the hotel usually only books Spaniards.

In the late afternoon, I went back to the city to see the old center. Zaragoza is located in the eastern part of Spain (it belonged to the Taifa kingdoms in the 11th century and was considered an independent Muslim state).