A little difficult to get out of Aviles. No further pleasant stage today either. The wind was cold, I had my jacket all the time. I met to the Frenchman who was complaining in the toilet last night. What an annoying person. He gossips, brags, talks about things he knows nothing about. He thinks “bici” means bifurcation. Got tired of him.
A little better albergue today. Twin room. Sharing with a nice Spaniard. We went to eat in a village next door, Cudillero, which turned out to be a very pretty fishing village with houses up steep cliffs.
There were two Koreans who had a problem with their booking. And they argued over a price difference of two €.
Muros de Nalón
The village of Cudillero
The village of Cudillero
The village of Cudillero