The endless magic of Mundaka

So far the road has taken us along the fringe of the Picos de Europa, where the mountains meet the sea and now we are heading towards the Basque country. On the way we stopped of at Bilbao and checked out the Guggenheim Museum which blew us away; a stunning piece of architecture. Getting out of Bilbao had us laughing as we had a taxi/bus escort to the motorway due to our lack of ability to find the Autovia road signs! Finally we got on the N26 heading north on the coast road to Mundaka. It was late in the day so stoped of at Cuchia and found the bar La Parra, a jolly group of lads and lasses from across the world working the season, we had a few jars, a massive pizza and good ol laugh (the word on the street was Mundaka was on for the next day). So up early and the pot hole road lead us through Burmeo to Mundaka. The place was buzzing and the waves were on, the line up however was packed. I guess I have been spolit by the quiet points and beachies of Austurias, but this many people in the water almost made me not get in. As I have passed this wave numerous times before and it was flat, I decided to get amoungst it and enjoy Mundaka magic. I managed to sneak a few long rides and had a laugh with a few other chickaledas in the water. It was well worth the jostle!

The peeling lines of Mundaka and I even managed to sneak a few.