Vigo – Spain and the dreaded Bay of Biscay
Well here we are, back riding the bucking waves of the Bay of Biscay – heading for home! The Captain tells us that the worst of the storm has passed, we are now plunging through the remnants – swells of a mere six metres (not the eleven metres that might have been).
Liz is not too happy. Sea-sickness pills are being dispensed. The ship is festooned with sick-bags!
Our last port of call was Vigo in Spain – a safe haven from the storm and a bonus stop for us! Also, an extra day of breakfast and dinner!
We had toyed with the 70-minute trip to Santiago De Compostela but had heard it was being renovated and was covered with scaffolding. Then we thought of going to the picturesque fishing village of Bayona La Real, but in the end chose to have a walk around Vigo and take in the sights. We thought that a good long walk would be just what we needed before we hit the dreaded bay!
It seemed that most of that long walk was uphill. Vigo is situated on a hill. It was no longer the little fishing village of the past but rather a fully-fledged city. Quite large in fact.
The roads were steep. We walked through the old area. No sign of the oyster ladies in traditional costume – obviously out of season! But there was a nice church!
The sun was out – if a little lacklustre compared to the Brazilian and Caribbean searing heat! But it made for a very pleasant day.
The city had been defended by fortifications on the hill. First stop was the citadel halfway up. We walked a bit higher and found the top of escalators! We could have got a free ride up! But it wouldn’t have been so good for us, would it?
The citadel at the very top of the hill had great views over the bay and surrounding hills with their villages – made the climb all worthwhile. It was a very pleasant park.
They’d transformed a place of war into a place of leisure and beauty. It even had a reconstruction of a Celtic settlement!
We walked back down, had a coffee and cake in a friendly bar, and then zig-zagged our way through the city to get a feel of the place. The Art Galleries were all shut (it being Monday) but there were some impressive buildings and statues – the Mermaid Man included.
What struck me was that all the old statues were religious. The impressive old architecture was either churches or castles. The new statues were on the most impressive buildings. They were not the churches, but were banks.
The age of war and religion had given way to the age of capitalism! The banks were modern day cathedrals. Both espoused their power through their architecture and statues.
Now with the banks shutting down – in the post-capitalist era – who is going to build the next phase of architecture of power? Maybe the artists??? Hopefully!!
Vigo was quite beautiful. We wandered down a nice avenue full of statues, had a wine, beer and a bite to eat, did some shopping and headed back to the ship.
It felt like our journey was reaching its end. I was glad Jules Verne was there to see us off. What a tale it has been!
All that remained was to ride those swells back to Tilbury!
Over and out!