After a glorious day of lounging in the summer heat
of Cedeira, we can't put off our last major westward hop to round the corner of
Galacia and start heading south. Three out of four weather forecasts would
recommend going to Camarinhas tomorrow, so that's our plan. It's about 75 miles
which means a really early start, and we may be pitching into steep waves for
part of the journey. If we're ever going to get to Porto by 15th October,
though, we need to go.
We slept until midday, when the rain cleared.
Despite an almost nonexistant write-up in any of our guides, Cedeira is a
buzzing little town - a bit like a more cosmopolitan Bridport. There was a
tremendous walk out through dense, fragrant eucalyptus to the lighthouse that
guided us into the ria. And the huge breakers smashing against the headland told
us that we were right to stay in port today. Around the corner, the swell
spilled into a wide, shallow bay and rucked up into huge breaking waves, with a
few solitary surfers trying to catch a ride.
Back in the town, the swell at high tide was
throwing huge jets of spray into the air on the seafront, and welling up out of
storm drains like a fountain. A menagerie of youths were busy playing
dodge-the-spray for merry hours, with their excited squaling audible even from
Alex steering past Cabo Ortegal
Locals dodging waves
Daily ration of octopus tentacle...
Partying like a pilgrim in Santiago