Friday, 26 September 2014

The End

This was my original plan.


I wanted to go all the way to San Andrés de Texeido. But, of course, it wasn't going to be. Still, after A Coruña, there was just about enough time to head somewhere else and so, I programmed in Playa de Santa Comba.

To tell you the truth, I was getting a wee bit nervous when I was sent turning left and right and heading further and further from civilisation, no signs, no nothing... and the roads were getting narrower and narrower...then, out of the blue, the sea loomed before us, turquoise and wild, the surroundings, practically deserted. Practically, but not quite. There were a couple of caravans, no-one in the sea (quite wisely), though there was a lone fisherman down by the rocks, and, in the distance, the solitary hermitage of Santa Comba, apparently currently almost inaccessible.

Playa de Santa Comba, Galicia, Spain

Playa de Santa Comba, Galicia, Spain

Playa de Santa Comba, Galicia, Spain

Playa de Santa Comba, Galicia, Spain
Stairway to heaven
Playa de Santa Comba, Galicia, Spain
Santa Comba beach
The cliffs, the waves, the hermitage...the isolation of this place, a place for one to sit and watch the wonders of nature at play, to hear the sounds of the waves hitting the rocks and nothing else, not even seagulls...

A fitting finale to this journey, from Bilbao to A Coruña, I'd say. Hope you've enjoyed travelling with me!