After a hectic two days in Santiago, we headed further south to a Campsite on the coast about eight miles south of Baiona. It was an easy journey on the motorway with the only real surprise that the Autopistas in Galicia are still charging tolls.

Camping o Mouino is a short cycle ride from Baiona along a dedicated cycle track. I use the the word dedicated loosely, because for much of the route it is also shared by the modern day pilgrims heading to Santiago. And there are a lot of them.

The site is fantastic with a lovely views out across the Galician Atlantic coastline. The weather did not disppoint with an accurate forecast of warm, calm days if a little cool overnight. We had one of the nicest pitches so far with the grass in near perfect condition and with views across the sea.

We stayed on the site for a couple of relaxing days after the hectic tour of Santiago. The views from the campsite and the sunsets were awesome.

Thursday we set off to Baiona on our bikes and it took around an hour for us to cover the eight miles including several sight-seeing breaks. We had a lovely lunch overlooking the harbour at Baiona and then spent the afternoon exploring the historical Castle of Monterreal. Today it is a luxury hotel but the whole castle and its surroundings occupy some 18 hectares.

The castle was constructed in the 12th century and the kings used it to control the marritime territory of the Rias Baixas. Gradually its purpose as a military site diminished and it was turned into a luxury hotel. After paying a 1 Euro entrance fee, you can walk around the entire perimeter wall and experience the stunning views across Baiona bay and the atlantic ocean.

There’s also a replica of Christopher Columbus’ boat the “Pinta” in the harbour so we decided we would return the next day to have a look around.

The journey back wasn’t quite as uneventful as we were almost mown down by an out of control German cyclist, riding a monster of an electric bike. Too busy looking at the views to notice she was veering off piste, just missing me and clipping Moe’s handlebars.

Fortunately neither Moe nor the other cyclist crashed and we continued our journey home.

Friday the 13th was just a couple of hours away when Moe, returning to the Campervan, decided to take a trip and dive at the Campsite. Covered in blood, with one very odd-shaped wrist, cuts to her chin, hands and legs, Friday’s bike ride looked in some doubt…

We had been enjoying sleeping in the pop-top but there was no possibility Moe would be able to climb up. After cleaning and bandaging her wounds we called it a night and decided to assess things in the morning.

Friday the 13th arrived and the horror show of Moe appeared. Now with two black eyes and a very swollen nose, I wasn’t sure whether or not I might be greeted by security on arrival at the local hospital.

The local hospital turned out to be a massive new hospital in the town of Vigo. Everything was very modern, spacious and clean. Our GHIC card was processed by reception and Moe was treated to some first world healthcare. Everyone was kind, caring and compassionate. The language was a challenge as little English was spoken so I did my best to translate. Somewhat miraculously, X-Rays revealed no broken wrist or nose. A nurse cleaned all the wounds, steri-stripped them and we were heading back to the campervan in around 3 hours.

Once back at the site, we decided that staying in the campervan would be a little too challenging as one of Moe’s wrists is still very painful and non load bearing. We were able to rent a mobile home but only for the Friday night as they were fully booked later in the weekend.

We decided we would move on Saturday morning…