Weather: Strong cross winds threatening to blow us off our bikes (leaving us weak and cross)
David fancied some sun. So he picked out a resort right on the beach and we set off on the long drive over. The last part of the drive was the least attractive part of Spain so far and as we spotted the high rise hotels along the coast I finally put 2 and 2 together and realised that the "La Manga" bit in the campsite's name was the same La Manga as the sports club.We passed a couple of people on mobility scooters on the way in and found this was a favoured way of getting round the 1000 pitch site. There was a list of activities to join in with but they had missed off the first one we spotted on our way through - watching a man dyeing his wife's hair.
We were pitch 95 in Sector P-Q. Scary.
I had to take to my bed, worried about seeing a big bouncy ball and being marched off to see "Number 2".
But half a kilo of langoustines, 1 kilo of strawberries and a gin and tonic later a very tired David agreed to another day's driving to escape.
When we picked out the next campsite we didn't read the description properly and missed the part that warned about hairpin bends and said to call ahead for help at the final bend. But we finally arrived and luckily it is a really nice campsite in the regional park of Sierra Espuna near Murcia. My soul is restored to me - artistic license. And best of all, the guy next to us is a bike nut who serviced my bike for free (well a couple of bottles of wine) in an attempt to sort out my gears.
So we've had a walk (didn't get lost once) and a bike ride (tricky when you're on a mountain and you don't like hills), tried out both bakeries and we still have to decide which of the 2 restaurants to eat lunch at tomorrow and to do another walk. |
| Apologies to Ana the hairdresser. My hair dried before I could "do" anything with it! |
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| If it's any consolation weather wise we did have to get our fleecy quilts out again last night. |
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