That night was the first of many on trains, giving us a taste of what was to come. The train terminated at Irum on the boarder with Spain. After going through a pitiful excuse for a customs office we caught a 'bone-shaker' train the short way to San Sebastian.

Spent a relaxing day slobbing on the beach catching some long missed rays. At least we did until early in the afternoon when the sun disappeared and down came the rain.

In the evening before the overnight train to Madrid, we checked out a street which was famous for its bars. On our budget, one beer was going to need to last us all night. That wasn't a problem, but what was a problem was the food. All the bars put out plates full of little nibbles that were giving off the most tempting of smells. We held out up to a point, but it was only a matter of time before we cracked and a few pounds (Stirling) bit the dust. Very unfair tactics by the bars I think.