Day 10 - If you rest, you rust

Fridtjof: Welcome to Day 10 of our legendary adventure on the way to Portugal!

The day began with mighty Lindworms, which apparently had crawled out of their holes in the dark of night and had failed to disappear into the deep, muddy earth before dawn, as well as with an eagle owl that sat watchfully over its nest high up in the treetops of the gigantic trees surrounding us.

We got up early again to make progress. After all, we wanted to slowly leave France behind and get closer to Spain. But since a friend is currently staying on the coast of France to surf the 35ers there, we soon changed our plans and want to visit him. But when we wanted to say goodbye at the reception and return the adapter for the French power outlets, which are exclusively available here, the extremely nice, but almost exclusively French-speaking woman kept us. We hardly understood a word. But we could still grasp the main messages: it's also really beautiful there and there! Definitely worth a visit! Her gestures revealed that.

So we postponed the meeting for now and drove back a little way to a small town near the Bay of Biscay. It was really beautiful there! In a harbor basin, the boats bobbed while the water had receded on the other side of the lock and the boats lay on muddy ground.

It was really a cozy little village and there was even a café! We had been looking for a café for days, but somehow the opportunity had never arisen. So why not take advantage of the moment and have a coffee and a piece of cake in the midday heat?!

If the hour had been so favorable! Just when we were trying to decipher the French menu, a waiter told us that it was now lunch break and they would only open again later. So no coffee and no piece of cake. Well, what can you do..?

Then off to the campsite where we wanted to stay today. But nobody was there and nobody answered the phone... So we wrote an SMS and waited. And waited and waited and waited and waited...

Finally, someone came and we could stay. It wasn't the most beautiful campsite and by chance we set up our tents right next to the toilets, but at least it was an opportunity to stay overnight and at a cheap price.

In the end, it was a hot day with a nice woman at the reception, a cozy eagle owl, shy cows, no coffee, muddy feet, an empty campsite, and a defeat in Skull King - at least for me.

Poem of the day:

Eagle owl watches!

Small sweet harbor town

Waiting through the mud.

Or

Cows and storks

Picnic in the swaying grass

Haste with patience!