Mundaka & Gaztelugatxe

Mundakako Itsasadarra riverside  

Mundakako Itsasadarra riverside  

As a scrawny surf kid there were only two posters on Duncan's bedroom wall. Both infamous lefts, Mundaka in Spain and Impossibles in Bali. Eager to surf Mundaka at all odds we drove there from Lafitenia and crossed our fingers for waves.

Mundaka harbour  

Mundaka harbour  

Mundaka itself is lovely with sleepy alleys, a quaint harbour to watch the surf from and a natural hilly green backdrop. It's classic bliss Basque vibe made us feel at home. The campsite near the river mouth was also the best one yet so we stayed a night. 

Paddle out via the harbour

Paddle out via the harbour

The waves weren't big but the river mouth, which meets the incoming tide, was doing its thing and producing some mini barrels.

Mini Mundaka 

Mini Mundaka 

When the odd set wave did come there was still plenty of potential takers, and with a fragile lip a hustling shoulder hopper can easily spoil the party.

Lip spoilt by potential drop in

Lip spoilt by potential drop in

Sadly it wasn't bigger but at least it was worth experiencing the wave from the poster. 

Watching the sea meet the river  

Watching the sea meet the river  

Duncan hoping for barrels

Duncan hoping for barrels

The next day we decided to do a long walk up and down some eroding cliff roads to a hermitage perched on a hill in nearby Bermeo. Bad idea in the mid day heat.

Gaztelugatxe hermitage on the hill 

Gaztelugatxe hermitage on the hill 

Many man made steps at Gaztelugatxe

Many man made steps at Gaztelugatxe

We melted in our minimal attire as crowds of Spanish tourists casually ambled up the steps in jeans, pft! Any rejoice for what we had seen and achieved was lost in our sweat drenched clothes and overwhelming heat exhaustion. To the sea at once!