San Sebastian is home to some of Spain’s best surf breaks, creative artists and wild nightlife. This spectacular European town on the Northern coast has so much to offer, it never hurts to get some recommendations on the best way to spend a visit. Two brothers from San Diego, California, comprised a video to show you the best beaches, activities, post-surf grub, and even where to find the ladies during the evening hours. 😉
The two passionate and witty travelers made a “24-Hours in San Sabastian” video, now a finalist in MyDestination.com‘s “Biggest, Baddest, Bucket List Competition,” and if you submit a VOTE to support them, these self-procclaimed Vagabrothers could win an all-expense paid around the world! Six months, six continents, and $50K cash when they return…
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The Vagabrothers consist of Alex and Mark Ayling, two Californian surfers currently residing in San Sebastian, Spain. They are watermen, outdoorsmen, writers, filmmakers and adventure seekers.
Here’s a peak at one of Mark’s recent blog posts while travelling in Europe, entitled, “Hitchin’ the Highlands“:
“Youse? Travellers? Bollocks!” scoffed Steve, the driver of the red panelled van hurtling us through the Scottish Highlands.
He smiled, twirling a toothpick in his mouth, and hit the gas, swerving into oncoming traffic to overpass a Land Cruiser. “I’m a rrreal traveller!”
Oh great, I thought. This conversation again: the typical “traveler versus tourist” debate staged nightly in hostels around the world.
But this was no hostel. We were in a stranger’s caravan that reeked of hay and horse manure, trying to hitchhike across the least populated region in the UK on New Years Day, when all public transport was cancelled.
My fingers clenched a cardboard sign reading: No Bus, No Train…Help us Please.
I looked to my brother, Alex, to confirm my guess. His eyes widened.
“By ‘traveller’ do you mean a British…uh…gypsy?” said Alex, “Like Brad Pitt’s character in Snatch?”
“Brad Pitt?!? Brad Pitt’s a wanker! I’ll tell youse what it means to be a Traveller.”
He explained that ‘Travellers’ were the nomads of the British Isles, originally migrant communities who went town to town repairing tins, living in caravans on the outskirts of the cities.
“Folk don’t understand us, aye, because we move abouts all the time. We never put down roots.”
“Yeah, we can relate,” I said, telling him about how we also had wanderlust and had lived in a few different countries.
Steve hadn’t left the UK, but he said that if we wanted to meet “real Travellers” we had to see the Applebee Horse Fair.
“That’s a sight, that is. All the Travellers of England, Scotland and Ireland git together. There’s millions of us! We could teach youse a few things about travellin’ cheap!”
He said a friend had once travelled to London by bike, sleeping in pastures, slaying unsuspecting sheep and roasting their carcasses under the moonlight.
Alex and I stared at him with mouths agape.
For all our talk of the simple nomadic life, we were more likely to search out a WiFi signal than a potential lamb chop grazing in a croft.
For a moment, I questioned the wisdom of taking this ride.
Steve looked at our shocked faces and grinned. “Every traveller’s a bit of a Robin Hood, isn’t he? We steal from the rich to feed the poor – ourselves! Hahaha!”
I eyed our camera equipment nervously. Steve noticed.
“Ahh, don’t worry,” winked Steve, “You’re always safe with a fellow traveller!”
I fell back into my seat and started laughing, realizing that for all the “normal” drivers who’d passed by our outstretched thumbs, it was another traveller who picked us up.
He let us off an hour later, wiser for the lift and proud to have put our travel principles into practice. We’d taken risk, trusted strangers, and left the rest up to fate.
Risk rewarded, faith renewed, there was only one thing left to do. We faced the road and raised our thumbs.