Part 2: Spain, Galice - Portugal

After two weeks on the road, we arrived in Asturias. Our friend Simon and his trusty T4 have joined us for part of the trip.

The cold is starting to make itself felt, but Asturias offers numerous coves that are more or less protected from the swell, with few if any people in the water. The back-up spots made it possible to enjoy several longboard sessions.

Unfortunately, we had to make another stop at the garage, as one of our cardan shaft bellows was crushed. At this stage, we're wondering whether we'll make it to Morocco on time without too many compulsory stops due to the age and the past life of the vehicle.

The forecast does not look good for the next 10 days, which pushes us to go to Portugal earlier than planned.
We arrived in Galicia, and in the sunshine, we luckily found a slab for our last two days in Spain. Time to say goodbye to our friend and hit the road for Portugal.

Arriving in Portugal, we stop off in Porto, one of our favourite cities. It's finally sunny every day, so we can make the most of our days. We're enjoying some great surf sessions right up until sunset. Pastel de nata and super bock are our new diet. 


All along the coast, there's plenty of surf, small waves and other busier sessions.
We made a quick stop in Lisbon to meet Kirsten, founder of Kiki Natural Surf Wax, an environmentally-friendly surf wax made from natural beeswax from small beekeepers' farms in Portugal. We're very interested and will be testing it out during our trip.

We continue down the Portuguese coast until we meet up with the TOXIC MAGIC shaper and glasser couple who have made Paco a brand new quiver. We spent a few days with them, exchanging meals and surf sessions. Then it was time for us to leave Portugal for Morocco.

On the way, we stop off in Seville to spend a day. Then, just as we were about to find a place to sleep, we got bogged down. Attempts were unsuccessful, and we couldn't get out of the vehicle on our own. After many long minutes with the insurance company, they told us that no towing service would be coming to help us on this small road... Fortunately, our friend, whom we were due to meet the next day, made a diversion to come and help us. An hour later, he told us that he was himself stuck a few kilometres from us.

After several attempts, we managed to get our two trucks out. It was an unusual reunion, but an even warmer one. With all the mud accumulated on the van, a good clean-up was in order.
After a few hours' sleep, it was time for us all to catch the ferry at Gilbratar and head for Morocco!