Not a great deal to report on our last day.
Popped into IKEA for a coffee to kill time before the sailing. 
And ride the scenic route back to the port, spotting the Transporter bridge along the way.
Pamplona to Bilbao
Not much to report for the last leg of the trip - 85 miles of B-road that ran parallel to the motorway, yet winded and twisted infuriatingly back and forth without interest, so much so that we eventually
gave in and blasted the final 40 miles on the motorway
The hotel in Bilbao is quirky, albeit with a very black and white theme. Somewhat Nightmare before Christmas-ish.
Decided to trawl around the old-town but it was too hot so we trawled the shopping street and ended up in El Corte Ingles for a coffee.
Biarritz to Pamplona
Note to Self:
ALWAYS book a hotel with air conditioning, no matter how much extra it costs.
Suffered an endless night of drunken debauched teens shouting and screaming, and mopeds ring-a-ding-dinging - all because we couldn't shut the bloody windows because it was too hot...
Never mind, wide awake at four o'clock gives you a unique opportunity to lie in bed and brush up on your Spanish language book.
Still, morning dawned eventually and we checked out, and took breakfast at a combination bakery/coffee shop en route.
We (I) decided last minute to change route and head to St Jean Pied de Porte, and pick up the N-215 across the Pyrenees - perfect!
At 435 metres up we found this church,built so high to ensure it would obviously confer a "Nearer my God to Thee" status on its congregation. Or not.
Pit-stopped for coffee at Rencevalles which is a major stop-off on the Santiago de la Compostela route. Sadly, we'd forgotten our scallop shells.
Arrived in Pamplona to sweltering heat, again, and walked around town to get our bearings.
See the scallop shells...!
Tour of the city walls.
Pintxos at The Gaucho.
Have a go if you think you're hard enough...
No, we didn't have one...
The hotel floor fits perfectly with my sense of symmetry...
And on to Bilbao tomorrow.
Vive Biarritz...!
Cleverly we avoided the promised downpour by staying in bed and after a lazy breakfast in a cafe round the corner from the hotel we managed all of ten miles on the bike today up the coast to Biarritz.
More sun, sea and sand - Oh! How one grows weary of this tiresome soleil.... Not to mention wealthy blinged-up Savvoners from Essex with their blinged-up kids.
Fortunately, Yvonne has an M&S carrier bag to mix it with the best of them. Imagine if it had been a Primark bag? We'd have had to relinquish our embittered Northener status and be forced to watch re-runs of that popular 1980's televisual feast, Eastenders, until we muttered "Leave Im, Graant, 'E ain't werf it..."
St Jean de Luz via the Corniche
Forecast rain and thunderstorms today, but how they got it wrong.
Sunshine all day, and a winding climb up the coastal road along to Hondarribia. We were overtaken by a Spaniard on a GS650 who stopped at a historical site just as we were pulling in too. 
Said Hola to him, as a fellow BavariaMotorRadophile and he went on to explain in Spanish about how the towers were used to keep watch on the damned French across the river, and that they could get the message via a line of sight signal to Madrid in two days. Faster than the flippin' internet on the ferry across that's for sure.
Stopped in Hondarribia for a drink and something to eat, and trawled along the Sunday car boot market - just like Elaine's at home!
Rode into Hendaye and stopped to gawp at the boats in the marina before picking up the Corniche road to St Jean de Luz.
The cliff top views are spectacular, and it makes you realise the power of the Atlantic and the fear it must have struck into the hearts of sailors hundreds of years ago. If ever there was a definition of a lee shore, then this was it. Certainly gave me the shivers. 
Arrived in St Jean de Luz, and checked in, just in time for the heavens to open.
Maybe the forecasters do know what they're doing after all...
Decided to amble through the main streets along with 10% of the population of France - way too busy for our liking.
Still, we did see a camper in a shop.
Eat your heart out, Martin...
More beer, deciding where to go for tea.
The old port of St Jean de Luz
Back to steak after a couple of days of seafood.
Back in the hotel for a cheeky half bottle of wine.
And off to Biarriz tomorrow.
