Day 11 - Last full day

This time zone stuff is hard, despite everything being set to 'auto', half of our devices have different times. We got up anyway. 

Apparently when Mark booked the room he only purchased one breakfast, not quite sure how. We blagged

 two free ones anyway, it was a choice of a croissant or a ham sandwich, basically yesterday's left overs.

Before we could get on our way we had to get Mark a new rear tyre, so we visited the local KTM dealer who thought it best he got a new front tyre too, oh and the rear brake pads were shot too, best not mention that the front brakes are marginal. 

That's a fair bit of work so we decided to go to the cafe next door and grab a bite to eat. It was in a great location, a corner of a car park in an industrial estate. They didn't make up for it with service either, we had to order our food twice and then the waiter came over to ask what we wanted. 40 mins later Tim's food arrived, ten mins on Steve got his and it was another five mins for Mark's, despite ordering the same as Tim. In true Spanish tradition, there was enough food to feed eight people

Back at the garage and Mark's bike was ready, he didn't take the optional front brakes so it only cost a whopping 385 euros. New tyres mean slow speeds for a while so we took it easy for about 30 mins until we got bored and found some proper roads.

Best. Roads. Ever. Up and down mountains with some brilliant views to match for about 4 hours. Breathtaking.

On our way out of the mountains we came across a few cars which we passed. It's good to know that Audi drivers are cocks over here too, as Mark went to overtake the driver swerved to try and knock him off, and when Tim went past, the cock tried to accelerate so that he had nowhere to go and would plow into oncoming traffic. Neither of these tactics worked so we are all actually alive still.

Finally we were back in Santander but before boarding the ferry we decided to top up at McDonalds, although the woman there didn't understand a word we said so we considered ourselves lucky that we didn't just end up with a pile of straws and napkins.

It was then time to let go of Spain and board the boat home.

Sitting in the bar on the boat writing this now, I can tell you that the entertainment on the way home is as bad as that coming over, in fact watching the hen party try to walk to the bar and back without spilling their drinks is the most entertaining thing so far. The bet bit was when they dragged 'monkey boy' onto the dance floor to dance Gangham Style but he'd never herd it before so his dad had to show him how. It got worse when they were doing the twist and his dad fell over to a cheering applause from the audience.

Thanks for reading, there may be a small epilogue of things we forgot to post about that we've been keeping track of, otherwise see you next holiday.