We slogged our way up the rest of the hill and after a couple of tough miles I spotted a sign for a tourist office and left Kez at the top of the hill while I cruised down towards the coast to try and find a cycle route map. The girl in the office said there were no cycle ways because there were too many roads which made sense to me, so I slogged back up the hill, stopping briefly to watch some youngsters learning peloté, the game where the players wear wicker hook shaped scoops on their hands to launch a small ball at the wall with frightening force. Something like squash maybe, but scarier. Realising the only way around the coast to Spain was going to be the busy roads we pressed on through the traffic, delightfully cruising past long lines of cars and motorhomes in a narrow cycle lane on the main road. I was nearly forced into the verge as a bored driver decided to swing across the cycle lane to try and get out of the queues, but my squealing brakes alerted him to my presence and he wound down his window to shout an apology. I waved it off as we cruised on past and enjoyed the views as we coasted down to St Jean de Luz, round the huge bay before hitting some evil hills the other side. The fact that our little GPS doesn’t understand hills may become a problem as we get round into the rockier coast of Spain. Today was a good example as we followed its suggestion along a small road to lop off a corner of coast, but had to push and sweat our bikes up an evil incline to get over a ridge we could have avoided mostly by following the coast road. It hasn’t really been a problem up until now but with the landscape becoming a bit more serious I think I’m going to have to invest in a contoured map to help us avoid pain in the future. A few miles before Hendaye we came across a cheapish camp site opposite some fantastic rocky cliffs being some distance from the town and beaches meant it wasn’t packed, had proper grassy pitches and hedges and no cheesey disco, so we stopped. I had become quite exhausted for some reason and Kez managed all the chores while I lay on my back uselessly. Later we strolled along the cliffs marvelling at the crumpled layers of rock jutting up out of the sea to form huge smooth sections of cliff face that you could probably slide down relatively painlessly until you hit the jagged broken edges amongst the waves a hundred feet below. We managed to avoid that though, luckily.