Weekend in Galicia
I have had many good times in Santiago de Compostela. This time I was going with a group of friends to celebrate an imminent wedding. We spent three days there, making good use of all the tiny bars in the historic city centre in the nights, and the cafes in the Praza da Quintana in the following mornings.
We went white-water rafting while we were in Galicia. I'd never done it before so I was really looking forward to it. We got a train to Padrón, from where trips down the Río Ulla start.
The seven of us took a boat and a guide, and headed downstream. Four other boats were on the river, and pretty much the first thing all the guides did was to try and get us to fall out. I was very reluctant, but I guess it's better to fall out first in the calm water before the inevitable spills in the rapids. So we all got soaking wet in the chilly waters, and then went paddling downstream for some rapid action.
The Ulla is not such a wild river, but the scenery was awesome and we had great fun. After the first couple of rapids, our guide got us to try them out with variations like going backwards, standing up, trying to paddle up one we'd just come down, and things like that. At the final rapids, he said "You don't really need the boat for this one. Just jump out and swim." I thought he was joking but he really meant it, so we all jumped out and swam over the rapids. Then we swam downstream all the way to the pick-up point. I'd never swum down a river before and I thought it was awesome.
We all agreed that the Ulla had been a little bit tame and it would be nice to try something a bit wilder. But none the less, we were all shattered, and our plans for a big night out clubbing fell flat as we were all too destroyed to stay out beyond 2am.
Everyone except me was flying back home from Santiago's airport. I am prepared to go to great lengths to avoid flying with Ryanair, and so I'd booked a slightly more expensive flight from A Coruña. It at least gave me a chance to see another place, so I headed out after I'd said goodbye to everyone.
A Coruña is much bigger than Santiago, and seemed much less touristy. One very cool thing about it is that it's surrounded by the sea and has beaches right in the city centre. I went and sat one one for a while.
I walked on to the main square, but I'd spent too long on the beach and I didn't have time to make use of the cafes here. I got the bus to the airport, and even though my flight was then delayed by several hours, I did not regret continuing my Ryanair boycott.