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| Fading light over the fishing port. The town does not see the glory of the Sunset in the West. Sensibly it nestles on Eastern side of the Cape away from the worst of the Atlantic weather. |
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| ¿Dónde están mis sardinas? |
Not quite dead yet and so on, into the thriving touristy fishing port of Fisterra for a big seafood meal of octopus. I can afford it: lost six kilos in the last month and the albergue is charging me only €6 for my bunk and a shower. Burp.
Then, in the fading light, a quiet life-affirming photo walk through the fishing boat haul-out yard.
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