Quarteira, Rain, Spain, Marbella

Sunday 9^th February 2014

 A day of rain and high winds. I do not even venture out!

 Kathleen being a good Catholic, walks to church in the rain.

 Monday 10^th February 2014

The rain has stopped, the sun is out. We decide to ride out on the scooter, perhaps as far as Fusceta, and visit Gordon and Kath (if they have not given up on the weather and left). We make it as far a Faro (about 15 miles), when Kathleen decides she has had enough. I must admit, it is very windy, I do not think I have been on a motorcycle in such high winds. We turn around and return to Quateira.

Something tells me the scooter is not going to be a success.

Once back, we get into conversation with an elderly (79) English woman, who, it emerges, hails from South Shields, although she has not lived there for some 40 years.

She recommends a restaurant (Tirimasu) for lunch. We walk the two miles to the restaurant, only to find, it is closed on Mondays! Fortunately, there is another restaurant open a short distance along the road, so, all is not lost.

Tuesday 11^th February – Thursday 13^th February 2014

You may have detected a common thread here, it is RAIN!.

I will dispense with the details, we have been here ten days on Thursday, it has rained for eight of them. Enough is enough, we are off to Spain, Marbella on the Mediterranean Coast, to see if the weather is better.

Friday 14^th February 2014

Marbella, La Buganvilla (N36 30’ 11” W4 48’ 12”), an ACSI site. This was not the most recommended of sites from the comments on the internet. But it seems to be perfectly OK to us!

The site is surprisingly busy, given that it is "out of season". 

We get a reasonable spot, but, then find the English couple parked near by (with a better spot) are due to leave in a couple of days, so, we arrange to move into their spot, as soon as they vacate it!

We even have a view of the sea!

Amazing, we wake to blue skies.

Time to explore, the site is fine, but, is separated from the sea by the coast road (A7-N340), but, there is a pedestrian footbridge, so, no need to risk life and limb. 

Not cycling country, but, I get out on the scooter, and check out the other potential site at Cabopina, only to decide we should stay where we are. 

Kathleen will not venture on the back of the scooter on the A7-N340, (well not yet anyway). 

Saturday 15^th February 2014

A trip into Marbella, on the bus, to check out the eating possibilities, and of course the church!

Other vital requirements (ie finding an Orange Shop, to renew my Spanish SIM card, internet time), are a dismal failure, we find two Orange shops, both of which appear to be closed down!

The good news is, unlike Portugal TMN, Orange-Spain have not closed down my SIM card for lack of use, and, have even retained the little credit I had left from last year.

Sunday 16^th February 2014

We are up early, our English neighbours are due to leave at 8:00, but, it is actually nearer 9:00 when they go, and we quickly move onto their vacated pitch.

Excitement of the move over, we head off to Marbella on the bus.

Kathleen goes to mass, whilst I look after more earthly things, like exploring the "old town" and finding a restaurant for lunch!

I must say, I am pleasantly surprised at Marbella, it is the ultimate "Costa del Sol designer tourist haven". 

Sure enough, there is a massive sprawl of modern high rise accomadation and "designer" shops, but, the "old town" is surprisingly quaint and well preserved.

In the middle of it all, there is even the remains of a Moorish fort, reputedly built in the 10th century. 

We enjoy an excellent lunch overlooking the sea, and even get to meet the waiter's newborn boy child, when his wife (?) turns up, to show off the new arrival.

On our return to the site, we find we have a new neighbour.

Quite an amazing character (if the story is true!). 

In 30 minutes and a bottle of Mexican Corona, (shared between myself and Kathleen), we get a story worthy of Harrison Ford.

This guy (Pierre) is (I may have forgotten some details):

• a French Canadian, living in Frankfurt, Germany
• was given a hand out of £250,000 from his father at age 30.
• after  heart attack, retired at 40, with an even bigger fortune.
• invested the fortune in gold, which has now increased 1000%
• having retired, he invented various equipment to help the third world
• everything he touches appears to turn into even more money
• plays five musical instruments (when pressed by Kathleen, none were actually named)
• married for the first time at 61
• has three "boats" dotted around the world, all of which, he has built himself
• when he is not sailing, he roams Europe (with his dog) in a campervan
• has been attacked by wild dogs in Romania, once saving his wife and once his dog
• ambushed and shot three times by bandits in Guatemala
• his wife, jets around the world, earning a fortune, as a banker, and helping the needy

I think that is it, makes you feel quite inadequate!.

You may have guessed from the volume of information imparted, it was not so much a conversation as a monologue.

Quarteira

Tuesday 04/02/2014

The road works near the entrance to the campsite are still not finished, they have progressed about 100 metres, since last March!

A shopping trip to Lidl, is required. Along with all of the other pensioners, we cannot resist the "bargains aisle". Kathleen is seduced into choosing some non slip protective mats, only 2.95 Euro. The have all kinds of uses: Protect worktop : protect sink, table mat ; drinks coaster ...etc, not to mention, double the shopping bil, when it is Ken’s turn to pay!

There is a hiccup in topping up my Portuguese SIM card, because I have not topped it up for a year, they have cancelled the card, but they give me a new one, with a small amount of data already in place. This is quickly used up, downloading the CoPilot GPS app, along with map of Portugal and Spain, which Gordon and Kath told us about.

The day time weather is pleasant, but, overnight, there is a howling gale, we never learn, we have left the awning out, we have to get out of bed to roll it in at 1:00am ! 

Wednesday 05/02/2014

A problem, we cannot get the handle which winds the awning in to detach from the awning, and, it is too high for me to reach to see what the problem is. Fortunately, our helpful English neighbours have  a ladder on the rear of their van. They reverse their van alongside ours, and, I am able to climb up the ladder on their van, so detach the handle.

It is dry and sunny, a trip to buy bread, vegetables, and top up my internet SIM, using the scooter for the first time. 

Thursday 06/02/2014

Weather is poor, not cold, but unpredictable, sunny one minute, violent downpours the next!

A day of reading and dodging the showers.

Friday 07/02/2014

Hurrah! The sun is out, it is sunny and warm!

We cycle for 5 miles along the coast, to the marina at Villamoura, beers at convenient stopping points of coarse.


Saturday 08/02/2014
The sunshine has been short lived. Grey skies and drizzle greet us this morning.

The plan had been to go to visit Gordon and Kath, on the motor scooter, but, the weather is too poor for a 50 mile round trip. Instead, we walk to Lidl to buy Pizza for this evening, and get thoroughly soaked in the process, when the drizzle turns to driving rain.


We manage a Skype call to Gary, Gabriel and Susana in Aberbyjan, and a call to Charlotte to wish her happy birthday.


Not even a photograph to show!

Caceres - Continued

Sunday 2nd February 2014 

There has been an overnight frost, but, it is dry!, and sunny!

We fall into conversation with another English couple, Gordon and Kath (Kathleen, her Sunday name), who are also planning a trip into town on the bus.

It being Sunday, Kathleen attends mass at the first church we encounter, (Sant Mateo), whilst I wander the historic area of Caceres.


The old town is like stepping into a set from El Cid.


There are narrow winding streets and ancient buildings, including a "Lancelot Taverna", but, none of the bars or restaurants are open.

The mostly lively scene I encounter is a busker

playing Spanish Guitar music and signing, what is no doubt a very moving song, if I understood a word of it.

It is soon time to make my back to the church, to meet up with Kathleen, who, her duty done, is ready for coffee etc.

We wander back into the sun filled main square, where we again encounter Gordon and Kath, drinking coffee in the sunshine.

More exploring, so back to the old town, to wander the narrow streets and make the obligatory visits to the Cathederal of St George, which no longer appears to be functioning as a church, but now appears to be a museum, telling the history of the (Roman) Catholic Church (beginning with Jesus of course), and mounting displays of religious bric a brac.

We encounter a parade going on, I am not sure what the occasion is.

Having had our fill of cultural activities, we make our way back to the main square, here we meet up with Gordon and Kath again, and spend the rest of the afternoon eating and drinking in the sun.

It is a hard life, but, somone has to do it.


Monday 3rd February 2014

We had intended to stay here another two days (Kathleen cannot resist the "bargain" of getting a free night if you stay three nights), but, when we wake, it is raining (again!).

So, accordingly, we set off for Portugal, Quateira.


The Spanish have built a nice new motorway, south to Seville and beyond, (that is where at least some of those Euro's went in the financial crash). So, we disregard our planned route, via Evora and do the 300 miles, free motorway (almost) all of the way. At the Portuguese border, they have installed automatic Toll Machines for all non-Portuguese vehicles. What a cheek!

We arrive at Orbitur Quateira (N37 W4' 2" W8 5' 14"), it is an ACSI site, but, it is cheaper to use our Orbitur memebership card and we get ten nights for 100Euro. 

The scooter is unloaded, with the assistance of Kathleen and a very friendly French couple.

Tuesday 23rd April 2013 - Thursday 25th April 2013

Quarteira, continued....

Yesterday when we were chatting to the two English chaps in the bar, one of the questions they asked was, "do you not get on each others nerves, in a small campervan, for several weeks".

My answer was "well, I sometimes manage to get in the way".

Tuesday morning, I seem to have excelled myself. It is not even 09:00 in the morning yet and I have managed to:

• get up too early
• not close the lid on the kettle correctly when making tea for breakfast
• fill the kettle too full

Not bad going eh!

Wednesday 24th April 2013.

Today, we leave Quarteira, and indeed leave Portugal.

We call at Fonte Santa on the way out, it is Market day again.

Kathleen cannot resist going back to buy some of the things she should have bought last week, but, for some reason, did not.

Surprise, surprise, that stall is not there this week.

We are heading for El Puerto de Santa Maria, which is across the bay from Cadiz. The site is Playa Las Dunas, (N36 35' 15" W6 14' 26"), an ACSI site, so 16Euro/night. 

One of the attractions here is to visit Cadiz.

Thursday, we walk along to catch the ferry to Cadiz.

This proves that the first bit of information we were given is wrong! It is not a 10 minute walk, more like 20 minutes, and that is at Kathleen's route march pace.

Best to take your bike and leave it (locked up of course), at the ferry terminal.

Two Euro fifty each, for a twenty minute boat ride across the bay to Cadiz, all very painless, but, surprisingly choppy.

All appears calm here, but, that is before we have left the river!

Once in the actual bay, there are a few green faces around.

Quite a magnificent place Cadiz, as you can see from the approach to the harbour, complete with Italian Cruise ship berthed.

The cruise ship's name is "Costa Fortuna", I wonder if it does?

Once off the ship, we head for the Cathederal, and, we arrive to a little military display of marching and music.

I do not think this was especially arranged for our arrival, but, I like to think it was.

The Cathederal itself, inside, is rather austere, unlike most Spanish churches / Cathederals we have visited.

There is also an entrance fee, which always annoys Kathleen, she says, "you should not have to pay to visit God's House".

There is an very extensive (and echo filled) crypt, which is very impressive.

The quality of the stonework, even down here, where it will be seldom seen is excellent.

Although most of the Cathederal is rather bare and austere, as I have already said, there are some display cases containing what look like very valuable pieces of regalia.

As a good Catholic, Kathleen often has little attacks of conciensce about her "good fortune", ie basically, being born in, and, living in a developed country in Northern Europe, which means she does not go hungary and can afford some of the pleasures of life.

Well, I reckon there is enough gold and silver in these dispaly cases to feed a few hungary mouths, without plundering my pockets!

Overall, Cadiz reminds me very much of Barcelona, but, sort of more relaxed, and not quite as "quirky".

Lots of lively street scenes with plenty of good bars, restaurants and interesting squares to wander through.

There was even a C and A, where Kathleen was able to have a "shopping fix".

One of the things which always facinates me about cities such as Cadiz, Barcelona etc, is, the streets seen so "alive", and my initial reaction is that I would not like to live there, because it all seems a bit frantic, but, if you peep into the courtyards of the houses along the street, you see they are an oasis of calm and peace. Not only that, they are all beautifully kept and spotlessly clean.

I spent the evening searching El Peurto de Santa Maria for a mobile phone shop which could sell me a data only SIM card.

I knew this would probably not be an easy task, this area of Spain is not typical English tourist land, and most locals do not appear to speak much English. My Spanish is limited to buying beer and food, a vocabulary which I did not expect to be much use when trying to discuss 3G internet tariffs.

It is 7:00 in the evening, but the town centre appears to going full swing, with most of the shops open.

I find the a shop of the local Spanish Network (Movietel). The young lady assistant is not helpful, her boyfriend is waiting in the wings, and I think she is more anxious to shut up shop and leave than waste her time with me, so, no joy.

An international network Vodaphone shop is just along the street. the young lady in there is more helpful (no boyfriend hanging around perhaps), but, no joy, she directs me to Orange! 

The young lady in the Orange Shop shows great initiative, although she does have a boyfriend hovering in the background, who is presumably anxious to proceed to the next phase of the evening, since, he occasionally steps forward from behind her and kisses her neck as the transaction proceeds.

Not only could she sell me a suitable SIM card (40Euro for 1 month unlimited downloads), but, although she does not speak English, she employs Google Translate to "talk" to me on her PC.

Full marks to her, she should go far.

I have always said, Google has the answer to everything!

Friday 19th April 2013 - Monday 22nd April 2013

Quarteira, continued....

I mentioned in a previous post, the Brandy Croft, well Portugal, is the origin of Port wine. The local Lidl has quite a selection of different types. I have begun a quest to sample some (or all) of them, before we leave.

Kathleen, was in particularly expansive mood today, I am not sure what I have done to deserve it. I was even entrusted with her purse, to go to Lidl and buy a few groceries we needed, while she lay in the sun. I took advantage of her good humour and bought myself a bottle of White Port, out of her purse of course.

Not a murmur of discontent, something is amiss.

We have been somewhat plagued by a mosquito. At least, I think it is a mosquito, it may be several mosquitos, since they do not wear identifying name badges, it is difficult to say.

The mosquito emerges at night, and we have both collected several bites.

We have an “Insect killing light”, which we leave on at night, but, so far, this particular little blighter has evaded death by electrocution, and by being swotted.

Kathleen has now become obsessed with finding it, and dispatching it to Mosquito heaven. She is convinced it must have a hiding place in the van, where it can lie undisturbed, to emerge each night.

I suggested, the only place I could think of, where it could be fairly sure of being undisturbed, is her purse, so, maybe she should check there.

Kathleen was not amused.

I can report, the White Port, and the Tawny Port, from Lidl at 3.50Euro a bottle, are both very drinkable. My preference is the White port, which, as it’s name suggests, is very pale in colour and very easy to drink. At 19% alcohol, it may be best to exercise some control however.

Sunday, so, it is Church day, I am left to my own  devices, whilst Kathleen attends church.

I have already mentioned Insects, well, the ground here is very sandy, there are absolutely hundreds of ants scurrying about, dragging bits and pieces down into their nests.

Amazing little creatures!

We have a sea view, just!, from our van.

You have to peer through the trees, but, it is there.






kathleen has begun agonising about the fact that she may have put on weight. Not very likely, as all of those who know her, will confirm.

So, it is either eat and drink less, or exercise more, well, the eat and drink less does not appeal to me, so, it is more exercise.

We set off for a walk along the coast.

The route I had planned would have given us a five or six mile walk, most of which was through a wooded area by the beach, which would have given us some shade. Necessary in this heat, another 25C day today.

But, after only two miles, we end up in a beachside bar for a beer,

We do meet a couple of jolly old English men. They are here for a week, staying ot one of their son's villa.

I say "old", because they are older than we are, so, that makes them "old" and us, "not old".

After this feeble effort at exercise, we get the bikes out and do a six mile bike ride to the marina and back.

Monday 15th April 2013 - Thursday 18th April 2013

Quarteria (continued)...

We set off on foot to find the track which runs alongside the campsite.

Sure enough, we find the correct way to go. Yesterday, I had taken the correct turn off the main road, but, there is a fork in the track. I followed the tarmac road, which was wrong.

Today, with the benefit of Kathleen’s guidance, we followed the un-surfaced track, and sure enough, it brought us around the perimeter of the campsite and alongside the lagoon.

After about a mile, we come to a beach restaurant,

and a really extensive stretch of sandy (empty) beach.

Eventually we come to yet another beachside restaurant, right on the edge of Quarteira.

Outside of the Restaurant, there appears to be an unofficial campervan stop. There are no facilities here, other than rubbish bins, and there are clear signs saying “No Camping”, but these vans have been here for at least three days without being moved on.

For anyone reading this who is interested in potential wild camping stops, the coordinates are N37.061638 W8.087957 Quarteira, Portugal. 

While having a refreshing beer, a big fly landed in my drink! This is two days running this has happened. I fished it out, and finished my drink (same as yesterday). Come to think of it, it may have been the same free loading fly.

Kathleen is disgusted.

You may have noticed, I have not been complaining about the weather recently.

It has been magnificent! Sunny days, 24C, hardly a cloud in the sky.

Long may it continue.

The result of heat or course is some rather large insects.

On our daily stroll today, we encountered a Dung Beetle, it was rolling a piece of crap (ie shit) about 1" inch in diameter along the road, the beetle itself was about 1.5 inches long.

Now, if one of those landed in my drink, I don't think I would finish the drink!

Wednesday, there is a market in the village along the road (Forte Santa).

Kathleen has withdrawal symptoms, because she has not been to a market for about two weeks.

From my point of view, it is the perfect market, right in the middle is an area selling food and drink, so, I park myself at a table and help the Portuguese economy to recover by, watching the world go by, whilst drinking local beer.

Kathleen amuses herself shopping, she even buys me a pair of trainers (with my money of course)!

Restaurant Fantasia have a special offer on tonight, 9Euro per head for an all you can eat three course buffet. Kathleen is not one to stuff her face, but, me, that is a diffent story. Great night, even with wine and after meal drinks 32Euro. Not bad at all.

Weather continues hot and sunny, an almost empty swimming pool to cool off in, yes, we are still at Quarteira. 

Saturday 13th April 2013 - Sunday 14th April 2013

All around us are Brits (English, Irish, Welsh and Scots), we cannot just say “English” now, they are all so prickly about it. Just a couple of Dutch, Germans and French to add to the mix.

Yesterday, another British van arrived, from their accents, I think we can safely say English.

On the back of their van, they have slogans and jokes.

Their surname is Wylde, so, emblazoned across the top of the back of the van, they have the words “Wylde Thing”.  

Other slogans include:

“Don’t steal, the Government hates competition”.

“Adventure before Dementia”.

“Old Age Travellers”.

A cycle ride to the beach, then along the promenade in Quarteira, to Vilamoura Marina.

A nice five mile cycle to work up our appetite.

Lunch at the Vilamoura Marina, and very nice it is too.

To think, we only have seven more weeks to go, isn’t life so unfair?

It is Sunday, so, Church for Kathleen.

While Kathleen is away at church, I busy myself with a few small chores, then go out on my bicycle to try and find the route to the beach behind the campsite. We can see the small road, cars, people and cyclists going along it, but we cannot find where the track emerges onto the main road.

Armed with some directions from one of the “residents” here, I still fail to find it, but, I do find another track to a beach on the other side of the lagoon.

Better luck tomorrow, perhaps.

The mystery of the full purse.

I meet Kathleen from Church and we walk the length of the promenade to work up an appetite for lunch.

As we walk, we decide to have lunch at a restaurant (Fantasia Restaurant) which has been recommended to us by the Wylde Campers.

I check my wallet, not much cash left, I will need to go to a cash machine.

Now Kathleen and I, operate an “equality” system, Kathleen has her money, I have mine, and we share the costs.

Each time I have drawn money from the cash machine, Kathleen too, has drawn money.

I have spent all of mine, Kathleen still has a wad of Euros, in her purse.

How can that be?

I think the phrase “Kathleen has her money, I have mine, and we share the costs.” Should read “Kathleen has her money, and Kathleen has my money, and the costs come out of my money!”..

It is decided we will eat at Fantasia, and big wow, Kathleen will pay.

While we peruse the menu, I treat us to a couple of cocktails (Pinacolada and Tequila Sunrise) with my last 10Euro.

Mystery solved, I am just too generous.

I should point out, the move to cocktails is partly my brother John’s fault. John commented on Facebook (to a photograph of Kathleen), that it was the first time he had seen her without a glass of red wine in her hand. 

Kathleen felt the need to show, she is not addicted to Red Wine or Gin, she will in fact drink just about anything.

The mystery of the third empty beer bottle.

After lunch, we return to the van, have a cold beer and chill out, well, fall asleep to be more precise.

After a while, when we wake up, we have a tidy up of the empties.

Big mystery, there are three empty bottles, there are, you may have observed only two of us.

Now, the bottles of beer are only 50cents in Lidl, so, as far as I am concerned, it is not worth worrying about.

Kathleen however is not so easily fobbed off.

Have we had a burglar who helped himself to a beer while we were comatose?

While pondering this mystery, she decides to make a coffee to shake our senses into action.

Kathleen's cup is already dirty, mine is clean.

Mystery solved, after Church, Kathleen had a coffee (hence, the dirty cup), I had a beer (hence, the third bottle).

I have been caught out, Alzheimer’s is here.

 

Wednesday 10th April 2013 - Friday 12th April 2013

We make the short journey to Quarteira.

Find the site absolutely no problem, when there is not a cycle race and road closures. Orbitur Quarteira N37 4’ 2”, W8 5’ 14”.

We are still using our Orbitur Club vouchers, so, 9Euro per night, including Electricity and Wifi. The Wifi is a Wifi Point, so, not usable from the van, which is a bit of a shame. This is one of the sites we visited on our first ever long Campervan trip. That was five or six years ago now, so memories of the place are hazy. First impressions are favourable.

There are lots and lots of these birds around, with blue backs. I think, they are Jays, but, not totally sure about that. It is obvious from their gait and the way they fly, they are related to Magpies.

Portugal, like the area of Northern Spain we passed through, is littered with abandoned “projects”. All stopped when the Euro crisis started and the cash dried up. Motorways or dual carriageways which just end, in a mass of abandoned road works,  half built viaducts, the supporting legs sticking up like teeth, but, only half of the “deck” for the road in place, office and house building projects abandoned and overgrown with weeds.

Just outside the campsite entrance, is this little gem.

Major work has been started on the main road into town, but, now all work has stopped.

I think they are going to have to do something about this zebra crossing, I doubt it complies with EU disability access legislation!

Just along the coast, about five miles cycle, mostly along a very nice promenade, but, predictably, not all finished! We find a place called Vilamoura.

There are certainly no signs of shortage of cash here. A very smart marina, packed with equally smart boats, restaurants and bars all around.

I suspect we will be back here on Saturday, for a meal.

Visit a Vodaphone shop, with the intention of buying a PAYG SIM card to use in an unlocked 3G Dongle to access the internet, but, in order to top it up, you have to have a Portuguese bank account, bizarre. The local carrier TMN, is more accommodating and at least does a top up on the spot in the shop, plus have a top up via telephone. We will give it a shot and see how it works, 20Euro, as an experiment.

Well, it works fine, not sure if I understand the limits correctly, since, predictably, all the information is in Portugese, I think it is 1 hour per day, unlimited downloads, for 10 days, expiry in 90 days, costs 10Euro.

Monday 8th April 2013 - Tuesday 9th April 2013

From last night, I can report, the Portuguese Red from Alenetajo region is very drinkable. It is rather strong at 14%. I only had a half a bottle, and felt just slightly intoxicated, normally, I can manage a bottle no problem.

Either the Red Wine is getting stronger, or, I am getting older.

Parque da Gale (contd) see www.parquedagale.com

This place has more going for it than we thought, shopping and eating places within walking distance,and places to cycle or walk, so, we decide to stay here at Parque Da Gale, for another day at least.

The other people here seem a friendly lot, three other Brit vans, one from Isle of Man, two French. The chap from the Isle of Man is ex-merchant navy, and is familiar with North Shields, South Shields, Sunderland etc, small world syndrome again.

It is a morning of chores, washing clothes etc.

Just before lunch, we set off on our bikes to explore.

We are (we think), about 7km West of Albufeira, 3km East of Armacao de Pera, and about 2km from the beach, which is a long sweeping area of clean sand, and virtually empty.

There is the inevitable Golf Complex, and bordering the beach is a nature reserve, with raised wooden walk-ways across to the beach and along
the coast. Unfortunately, you are not allowed to cycle along here, so, we have to walk.

The vegetation is, I think, some form of herb, you can smell the scent on the breeze, and I do recognise it, but, I cannot think what it is.

Old age!

This is more like what we enjoy doing, pleasant 8 mile cycle ride, not too strenuous, not a single word of complaint from the boss, so, I treat her to a beer.

I am just too generous.

In the evening, Kathleen treats me to a couple of Croft Brandies (and a couple of G&T's for herself of course), in the bar along the road from the Aire.

Tuesday 9th April 2013.

Kathleen does her bank account checking, online, she finds she has £50 less than she thought.

That will spoil her week!

No more "treats" for Ken, I fear.

Having cycled West, yesterday, today we decide to cycle east to Albefuira.

Kathleen obtains details of the route from another couple of Brits, who did the route yesterday.

The four mile route is easy going, and for all except about half a mile, is along a quiet small road, or, on designated Cycle Track.

Albefuira Marina area is initially attractive, but, the actual buildings are a bit shabby 1960's style.

We soon find a pleasant bar, overlooking the beach, and obtain refreshments of beer and cheese with toast.

This is clearly a "resort", the beer is double the price of the bar near the Aire where we are staying.

The beach is very pleasant, although, mostly empty!

The "old town" is quaint, but, overall, I would say, this is a resort which has seen better days and is now a little faded.

As we wander around, it begins to rain.

Now, I should explain, this should not be a problem. I am (usually) prepared for such eventualities.

I do this by the simple expedient of keeping my lightweight, waterproof cycle jacket in my backpack, and always ensuring I take my back pack with me.

At this point, Kathleen informs me, she had decided to "tidy up" my back pack and has removed my cycle jacket. Kathleen of course, has her cycle jacket with her, or rather, it is on my luggage rack, so I can can carry the extra weight.

Cycling back to the van, four miles, in the rain, in shorts and (short) shirt sleeves is not too pleasant!

At least Kathleen will not need to wash my shirt, it is thoroughly soaked.

As usually happens, no sooner are we back to the van than the rain stops, the sun reappears and it sunbathing weather again.

A quick note to Maria, just noticed your comment. Yes, we are getting the comments. Kathleen enjoyed Fatima very much. Hope it warms up for you back in the UK soon!

Saturday 6th April 2013 - Sunday 7th April 2013

Saturday Continued,

A walk into town, to indulge in one of my favourite pastimes, ie, eating and drinking.

Kathleen always likes me to think she endures the eating and drinking just to please me, but, it looks to me as if she enjoys the drinking, just as much as I do!

You will notice, the bottle of wine is almost empty, and that is BEFORE we have eaten our meal.

A very nice lunch, a Kebab for her ladyship, and Swordfish for me, followed by a very large Banana Split, 40Euro, and that was including the most expensive bottle of wine on the list (15Euro).

A wander around town to walk off the food and drink.

This, is the "old town", so much more attractive than the concrete and glass, "New Town", in my humble opinion.

Even if this particular property, the outside of which, is completely tiled with ceramic tiles, is a bit "green"!

In the evening, Kathleen does her duty by going to church, followed by drinks on her.

While Kathleen gets stuck into very large measures of Cointreau, I sample the "Croft Brandy" (equally large measures). I always associated "Croft" with Sherry, not sure if it is the same "Croft" or not, but, after a couple of their brandies, who cares?


Sunday 7th April 2013. We need some "facilities", (clothes) washing is building up, and we are running out of battery power on the "leisure" battery. It is decided we will go to a site for a few days, Quarteria is chosen.

When we get to Quarteria, we find there is a cycle race going on, they have closed off several roads as you enter the town.

There are no signs to advise which way you go, just a barrier across the road, and a policeman waving at you to turn off the road. Eventually, one "helpful" policeman gives us directions, but after half an hour of negotiating tiny roads, we end up, back at the first road block!

Sod Quarteria, or words to that effect are exchanged.

We head for an Aire we have been told about at Albefuria (Parque de Gale N37.09284 E-8.31148).

It is more of a Motorhome campsite than an Aire really, 6Euro per night, gets you, hard standing, usual water/waste services, Electricity, wifi.

All very clean and tidy, pretty good in fact.

On our way to Albefuria we pass a young Gypsy, stopped by the side of the road in her horse drawn wagon, feeding her baby, then about half a mile further on, we encounter the main group, trotting along the main road, causing traffic chaos.

There is no truth in the rumour they are enroute to the UK to sign on for their benefits.