San Nicolas

Took a bus through the mountains, windy roads, hairpin bends and a driver busy tooting his horn or chatting to his mate sitting behind! An hour and a half later we arrived to a small not so pretty village that was closed for the day. We did plan to get the 1730 bus back but hopped on the 1405 after picking up a tapas carry out at the only bar that was open. The driver coming back was less tooting and chatting so it wasn’t so bad.