After 1 night and 1 day in Cordoba (we didn’t fancy paying €27 again) we thought the best thing to do was to take the road south back down to Torremolinos, the beach parking is free and there’s toilet dump and fresh water too.
We had Christmas day at Torremolinos, the weather was great for cycling to the pub, where got a bit squiffy and ended up in the restaurant just opposite Charlie, the “la Sardinia” and it was delicious, a bit of a cheat, as I was penciled in to cook sea trout…but was delicious!
We will fondly remember Torremolinos (and Fuengirola) for the smell of open wood fires outside the seafood restaurants smoking/cooking the fish. After Christmas day I’d arranged for 2 nights in a plush Hotel just behind Fuengirola, so after 122 nights in Charlie, we were to have 2 nights in a King size bed and a 4th floor view over Fuengirola. The WiFi was super-fast at 2Mb/s, so I caught up on a few things which totaled 50Gb by the time we’d left! With the free 240v electricity too, it was time to catch up on a bit of cooking for the freezer (sand-bagging for a rainy day), the slow cooker was put into action, not sure the hotel would approve, but casseroles were completed, cooled and packed. We brought up enough food from Charlie to partake of a gourmet ‘picnic in the room’.
Next stop, Fuengirola, a sea-side town just north of Marbella And a huge hard-standing area next to a bi-weekly market, Saturdays gathering locally know as the ‘thieves market’, 30+ vans all tucked up, some of which have been there for a couple of months, water and black waste dump free. Fuengirola is very nice, loads of eateries and bars, several of which distributed the black gold…very nice. After sampling a pint of Guinness in every ‘Irish bar’, walking every back-street and strolled (and cycled) every inch of the prom, nine nights later, it was time to depart to Gibraltar. We found a spot for €3 pn outside La Linea football ground, facing the sea, just around the corner from the border.
For the first time in a while, we had to dodge the rain, still blowing a hoolie we got out for a walk and a cycle into Gib and found ‘Morrison’s’. After all the miles and all the foreign brands we’ve tried, it’s amazing to walk into a supermarket and recognise every product on the shelf. It could be any Morrisons supermarket in the UK. All the staff speak English, most seem to be English!, so time to stock up on our prefered brands, Heinz salad cream, Quorn frozen products and McEwans Champion ale…bonus! Cupboards full, time to go see the Burbury apes on the rock. We took Friankie in, sailed past immigration with ease, I don’t think ther’e too bothered, they seem to be just there to show a presence rather than be doing anything. English ‘bobbies’ red post boxes, fish’n’chips and ALE…real ALE! ! £12e for a 6 min cable car ride up the rock is a bit steep, (groan) but what a view.
Angie was getting tired of hearing me say “If I had a good camera….” so we decided to buy one, the slight tax-free saving swung it (15 mins of haggling too) and a Canon EOS1200D DSLR with 2 filters, 32Gb mem card and a bag was procured…the pressure is now on for me to produce magazine quality, stunningly vivid pictures and never again bleat about the shoddy equipment. So I now have the camera, to go with the cap, sunnies, sandles, shorts and make the perfect picture of the complete twat tourist, just the look I need for Morocco!
On Wednesday afternoon, we will be meeting up with a few vans that got together from ‘Motorhomefun.com’ in the world-famous Lidl car park in Algeciras, to get tickets from equally world-famous Carlos the ticket agent, then over we scoot over on Thursday 14th. We bumped into a few of them when dropped into a campsite, just for one night and to collect some post (thanks Laura) our ‘green-card’ insurance and the new copy of ACSI camping part 2 for southern Europe, we will need it on the return leg in Europe. Mrs. Campsite asks “you have Camping card ACSI ?” I reply , “yes it’s in that jiffy bag behind you with my name on it” …. 15e for the night it is then, a saving of €10.
So here we are, on a sand strewn car park in (almost) the farthest south tip of Spain, with the wind blowing, the rain occasionally spitting, the palm trees bending, the fans in the football stadium behind us banging drums, letting off bangers and singing football chants. Here we are, about to leave Europe for 6 weeks without the use of an aeroplane. I must admit, Im a teeny-weeny bit excited.
And finally… Weve just had confirmation that our daughter Laura has booked a return flight to Marrakesh, mid Feb to come and join us. Sooo looking forward to seeing you. X.