Made it to almost Cadiz. 'Almost Cadiz' = El Puerto de Santa Maria where there is a nice municipal campsite right next to the beach, Ten minute walk from a supermarket and twenty five minutes from the centre of town. Staying at Sta. Maria cos we had read that Cadiz is a nightmare to drive in and, visiting it later, yes, we can confirm that it is.
As this has turned, superficially, into a travel blog the first photo has to be the posed holiday snap - spot the white Scottish legs.
As I don't really want to do a travel blog, that's about it for snaps of us. Walking down to the local marina there was a huge open space next to it. No idea what it was for but all round it were these huge concrete screens that, only on the marina side, were painted in a Spanish / Moorish style. The key-hole was a nice mosque-shape touch.
Walking back, towards the beach there was a long raised planted strip screening the beach road from the wealthy yacht owners. Sitting nonchalantly on the pavement I managed a good angle to hide the concrete walls and road.
Next stop the beach cafe-bar. Una cervesa pequena was required to allow us to watch the beach strollers for twenty minutes. Half of that time was spent trying to get the right exposure for full sun and beads of condensation. Meanwhile Irene was sipping cola as she was popping some strange antibiotic which reacted badly with alcohol.
Resuming the walk back to chez nous, next for star treatment was a scabby, emaciated feral cat that was conserving its strength in the unique way that cats do - apparently fast asleep with its head still raised off the ground. How do they do that?
Next morning, back to the travel blog. I had to take the view from the door of the van. First time we've ever opened up and looked out at a palm tree. And, as a sop to Christmas, our main, well only, decoration was hung up.
The bikes were still hanging on the back of the van.
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