Saturday 8th March 2014
We explore Roquetas de Mar town, on foot, and discover, among other things, another church.
There is a service at 19:00, Kathleen resolves, she is going to go to church this evening, in Roquetas de Mar, on the back of the scooter.
Quite what has brought about this sudden change of heart, I have no idea, best not delve too deeply into the workings of a woman's mind.
So, 18:45, all kitted up, we are ready to go, it is only three miles away, so, plenty of time. For some reason, it would appear that the entire population of Roquetas, and the surrounding district have decided to go out in their car, this evening, the traffic is dreadful, we arrive, just in time.
By the time Kathleen emerges from church, it is dark of course, and, the church is in a one-way system, so, we cannot just retrace our steps.
A couple of wrong turns, into cul-de-sacs, but, we make it back in one piece.
Sunday 9th March 2014
A cycle ride to the restored fort of Santa Anna, just beyond the Marina at Roquetas de Mar.
The fort dates back to the Moorish period, and, has suffered several misfortunes over the centuries. Not least of which was an earthquake. I was not aware that Spain suffered earthquakes on a scale significant enough to demolish buildings?
An excellent restoration job has been done, the interior is now an art gallery, it is all free, worth a visit.
Suitably fortified with culture, we cycle the 8 miles back to Aguadulce Marina, to have our Sunday lunch at the restaurant we found last week. It is called "La Belga", and is owned and run by a Belgian.
It was so good last week, we decided to return.
Last week, we had Chicken Breast (Kathleen), Chicken Kebab (me), both where excellent, but, I had noticed, the Fillet Steak also looked very good.
It was my intention to have the steak this week, but, the waiter talked me into the special of the day, an excellent mixed grill. I will have to return for the steak, next Sunday.
This is Kathleen with her, after lunch, quadruple Cointreau, this after consuming a beer, and half a bottle of wine, drunk in charge of a bicycle again I suspect.
Monday 10th March 2014
We decide to visit, Almeria (town), on the bus.
This of course means that Kathleen gets to see the coast road, before we attempt it on the Scooter. As I suspected, it is a thumbs down, Kathleen will not be travelling that road on the back of a scooter.
The "old quarter" of Almeria is very pleasant, the usual Cathederal, built on top of a Mosque, after the Moors were ejected, clearly in a period before reconciliation and peaceful co-existence was the fashion.
Whilst we have been away, we have been reading books set in the period of King Henry viii, clearly, Spain never had anyone to strip the churches of their finery, as this opulent display shows.
Also a very impressive fortress, dating back to the time of the Moors, no doubt much restored of course.
For some reason, which I cannot explain, the bus fare there, is 1.30Euro, each, but, comming back, on the same bus, with the same driver, it is 1.45Euro, each. I addition, the bus does not take the same route back, but, for some reason completely bypasses Aguadulce.
Fortunately, it does stop, where we need to be off.
Finally, a couple of oddities, this, what appears to be a rather fine building, is, in fact a canvas cover, painted to look like a building, the actual building is in the process of being restored, behind the canvas cover, rather smart, I thought.
and, a trifle out of place, I thought, a Victorian style railway station!
Monday 10 March 2014
Friday 7 March 2014
Roquetas de Mar (Contd)
Friday 7th April 2014
I suppose this will come as no surprise to the male of the species out there, but, women are a complete mystery.
We were in Lidl, yesterday, and Kathleen could not resist buying two "strappy tops", on the basis that, at 4.20Euro, for the pair, they were a "bargain". The fact that she has a zillion "strappy tops", and, that she does not like the colour of one of the pair purchased (thus effectively making the price of the one she does like 4.20Euro), has no bearing.
I am rambling, I am stressed.
Today is a day to dread.
Kathleen needs her hair dyeing, and, for some reason known only to her, she wants me to do it, rather than just do the sensible thing, and go to a hairdresser.
It is a big enough shock, to learn that Kathleen actually has grey hair, I mean, she is only a slip of a girl, or, that is what she tells me, but, to find that I am to be responsible for colouring it, is just too much.
The hair colour pack is opened, and I read the instructions carefully, Kathleen immediately gives me different instructions.
I offer her Gaffer tape (to tape her mouth up), this offer is declined.
The actual process goes remarkably well, and with hardly a cross word (well, I exaggerate, slightly).
I do end up, not having used all of the colouring solution. Why do they not make the container clear, instead of opaque, so you can see how much is being used?
Kathleen disappears off to the shower to wash off the surplus colour, apply conditioner, etc.
I take the opportunity to disappear off, on my scooter, to Lidl, whilst the hair drying, straightening and inspection takes place.
I return to a great surprise, she is happy with the results!
Not perfect of course, but, I am awarded an NVQ level 1 in hair colouring, with a promise, that in six weeks time, if I improve, I will be in line for an NVQ level 2.
What praise, I am elated.
I suppose this will come as no surprise to the male of the species out there, but, women are a complete mystery.
We were in Lidl, yesterday, and Kathleen could not resist buying two "strappy tops", on the basis that, at 4.20Euro, for the pair, they were a "bargain". The fact that she has a zillion "strappy tops", and, that she does not like the colour of one of the pair purchased (thus effectively making the price of the one she does like 4.20Euro), has no bearing.
I am rambling, I am stressed.
Today is a day to dread.
Kathleen needs her hair dyeing, and, for some reason known only to her, she wants me to do it, rather than just do the sensible thing, and go to a hairdresser.
It is a big enough shock, to learn that Kathleen actually has grey hair, I mean, she is only a slip of a girl, or, that is what she tells me, but, to find that I am to be responsible for colouring it, is just too much.
The hair colour pack is opened, and I read the instructions carefully, Kathleen immediately gives me different instructions.
I offer her Gaffer tape (to tape her mouth up), this offer is declined.
The actual process goes remarkably well, and with hardly a cross word (well, I exaggerate, slightly).
I do end up, not having used all of the colouring solution. Why do they not make the container clear, instead of opaque, so you can see how much is being used?
Kathleen disappears off to the shower to wash off the surplus colour, apply conditioner, etc.
I take the opportunity to disappear off, on my scooter, to Lidl, whilst the hair drying, straightening and inspection takes place.
I return to a great surprise, she is happy with the results!
Not perfect of course, but, I am awarded an NVQ level 1 in hair colouring, with a promise, that in six weeks time, if I improve, I will be in line for an NVQ level 2.
What praise, I am elated.
Thursday 6 March 2014
Roquetas de Mar (Contd)
Monday 3rd March 2014
Fortunately, Kathleen feels that her painful back is on the mend, so, we get the bicycles out and cycle along the coast to Roquetas de Mar Port.
There is a shortcut to the cycle track, from the rear of the campsite, and a then a cycle track which runs along the coast for the three or so miles to Roquetas de Mar.
Roquetas de Mar appears to be a sizeable resort, with lots of bars and eating places. Mondays are "non drinking days" according to Kathleen's new regime to prevent us from developing a drink problem, therefore we settle for apple pie and ice cream at a beach front cafe.
Tuesday 4th March 2014
It would appear we were too optimistic regarding Kathleen's back, today, the problem has returned.
My first task is to go on the scooter to the Supermarket, and, while I am out, to find a Pharmacy and obtain some iBrufen. Mission accomplished, Kathleen is left reading her book and drugged up on iBrufen.
Since I have the (motorcycle) gear on, I decide to check out the route to Almeria, which is on our list of places to visit, when the back is recovered.
The (N340) road is not too busy, which is what I report back, since the plan is to go to Almeria on the scooter.
I do not mention that, for most of the way, the road is cut into the hillside and snakes along with a 20metre (or so) drop into the sea.
After lunch, I take a ride inland on the N391, it turns out to be very spectacular road, I will have to try making a video of it.
I report back that I have been on a ride "up into the hills", too much information is not always a good idea.
We get chatting to one of our German neighbours, he has visited Newcastle (on business, installing packaging machines at Sterling Winthrop). His English is very good, this is because his father was an American soldier (ie he is a product of WW2), and he lived in America until he was 11. He also has some interesting information for Kathleen, he, knows an effective Physiotherapist (here in Roquetas de Mar) who can perhaps help with her back problem.
The two added attractions to Kathleen are:
Fortunately, Kathleen feels that her painful back is on the mend, so, we get the bicycles out and cycle along the coast to Roquetas de Mar Port.
There is a shortcut to the cycle track, from the rear of the campsite, and a then a cycle track which runs along the coast for the three or so miles to Roquetas de Mar.
Roquetas de Mar appears to be a sizeable resort, with lots of bars and eating places. Mondays are "non drinking days" according to Kathleen's new regime to prevent us from developing a drink problem, therefore we settle for apple pie and ice cream at a beach front cafe.
Tuesday 4th March 2014
It would appear we were too optimistic regarding Kathleen's back, today, the problem has returned.
My first task is to go on the scooter to the Supermarket, and, while I am out, to find a Pharmacy and obtain some iBrufen. Mission accomplished, Kathleen is left reading her book and drugged up on iBrufen.
Since I have the (motorcycle) gear on, I decide to check out the route to Almeria, which is on our list of places to visit, when the back is recovered.
The (N340) road is not too busy, which is what I report back, since the plan is to go to Almeria on the scooter.
I do not mention that, for most of the way, the road is cut into the hillside and snakes along with a 20metre (or so) drop into the sea.
After lunch, I take a ride inland on the N391, it turns out to be very spectacular road, I will have to try making a video of it.
I report back that I have been on a ride "up into the hills", too much information is not always a good idea.
We get chatting to one of our German neighbours, he has visited Newcastle (on business, installing packaging machines at Sterling Winthrop). His English is very good, this is because his father was an American soldier (ie he is a product of WW2), and he lived in America until he was 11. He also has some interesting information for Kathleen, he, knows an effective Physiotherapist (here in Roquetas de Mar) who can perhaps help with her back problem.
The two added attractions to Kathleen are:
- the Physiotherapist is cheap (17Euro per session)
- the Physiotherapist is a young man!
Wednesday 5th March 2014
Kathleen decides she is not willing to part with even 17Euro, and, that the iBrufin are doing the trick.
Today is Ash Wednesday, and, although I am not a member, I go along with the "Fasting and Abstenance" thing.
Usually, we Wednesday would be a "drinking day", but, since it is Ash Wednesday, Kathleen declared, Tuesday (yesterday) would be a "drinking day" this week, and not Wednesday, somehow, I don't think it is supposed to work like that, but, hey!, who am I to argue?
The back well enough to allow a four mile stroll along the promenade to AguaDulce, in the morning.
I have had an EMail from Josie (and Mack), who we met a couple of years back in France, Josie tells me that some friends of theirs are staying at a site just about three miles along the road (La Garoffa).
So, in the afternoon, I take the scooter and set off to see if I can find them.
All I have is the type of van they are driving, and their names, but, sure enough, I manage to locate them and spend half the afternoon chatting about this and that.
I did not realise I was so sociable!
Thursday 6th March 2014
There is great activity around us the this morning.
One of the Germans, who we have christened "the friendly German", (which is a bit unfair, because they are all friendly, is leaving for home, having been here since September.
Additionally, the group of French speaking Swiss, parked next to us, have one of their van's all decorated in balloons, since it is one of the women's 66th birthday.
The back is declared well enough to risk a bicycle ride, so, we cycle to Lidl, about 3 miles away. To do a bit of essential shopping.
For some reason, Kathleen feels the need to treat me to a couple of bottles of Rioja. Not only do I get two bottles of wine, but, Kathleen inadvertently buys "the good stuff", at 4,25Euro a bottle! Well, I do deserve it, I suppose?
In the afternoon, we cycle along the promenade to Aguadulce, checking out an alternative church enroute.
The plan had been to celebrate the recovery of the back, with cocktails, but, none of the bars in the Marina area are serving cocktails, on a Thursday lunch time.
Instead we, (well, I, since I am paying) fall dead lucky, and find a bar which is doing two beers and two tapas for 4.40Euro.
Sunday 2 March 2014
Roquetas de Mar, Aguadulce
28th February 2014
A little exploring, on foot, to get our bearings, and, vitally, find the nearest church, for Kathleen's Sunday devotions.
Today is clearly some form of Public Holiday, although I have no idea what it is in aid of. All of the shops are shut, and the church is surrounded by the beginnings of a party.
They have a stage set up, with VERY loud music playing over the sound system. There are many young girls walking about dressed in traditional Spanish dresses, a bar is being set up, and a counter to cook and serve food.
Mission accomplished, Kathleen has her mass times, and, the whereabouts of the church, we return to the van.
Normal service is soon resumed.
After lunch, I again venture forth on the scooter, to find the elusive Commercial Centre, this time, armed with a little more knowledge, I find it successfully, (and the Lidl), but, being a Public Holiday, everything is closed.
The Campervan forums have had lots in them about the popularity of Spain this year, it does appear to be more busy than usual at this time of year, the last site we were at was almost full, and, this one is similarly almost full.
Here it is mostly Germans, perhaps they have all come down here to keep an eye on all of the Euro's they have had to lend the Spanish Government, to prevent financial collapse.
But, there are also a lot more French than usual, the French normally do not venture out of France, it being the best country in the world, but, for some reason, there are lots and lots of them sunning themselves in Spain this year.
Speaking of the French. This evening, a couple of French men, both with Yamaha scooters, engaged me in conversation about our Yamaha xMax 250. The fact that I barely speak enough French to order a beer did not seem to deter them, and, before long we (ie myself and Kathleen) were merrily discussing such technicalities as Engine Size, Weight, how many helmets could be stored under the seat, amazing!
The evening ends with a brilliant sunset.
Saturday 1st March 2014
After the promise of last nights sunset, "red sky at night, sailors delight" and all that, Saturday is a mighty disappointment, overcaste sky, occasional rain showers, and when it is not raining, a howling wind.
Except for a trip to Lidl, for essential supplies (Wine and Crisps), our activities are limited to Kathleen doing the good housewife thing, ie washing, tidying the van (all of the mess is Kathleen's anyway).
Sunday 2nd March 2014
Brilliant sunshine, and a delightful 22C.
We spend most of the morning sitting in the sun, then walk the mile or so to El Parador, so Kathleen can attend church.
During the church, I have a wander, as usual, there is some excitement.
There is a cycle race on, the Police close the road and a hoard of Police on motorcycles, followed by numerous cars emblazoned with well known cycle products name (Shimano, etc) whizz past, then a group of cyclists, then more Police on motor cycles.
The original plan, is to eat lunch in El Parador, this would appear to be not possible, there are no restaurants open, just snack bars.
Kathleen decides that her back has recovered enough to risk a cycle ride, so, we return to the van, collect the bicycles and cycle along the coast towards a place called Aguadulce (which translates as fresh water or sweet water, I think), this is about 3 miles away.
According to the internet, Aguadulce was one of the very first Spanish holiday resorts, way back in the 1960's, but, I must admit, I have never heard of it.
It is, very pleasant, some parts of the promenade are not yet finished, but, if they have only been building it since 1960, I suppose that is forgivable.
There is the obligatory marina, with lots of very expensive boats tied up, and, more importantly, a range of restaurants, where we manage to obtain a very pleasant lunch.
A little exploring, on foot, to get our bearings, and, vitally, find the nearest church, for Kathleen's Sunday devotions.
Today is clearly some form of Public Holiday, although I have no idea what it is in aid of. All of the shops are shut, and the church is surrounded by the beginnings of a party.
They have a stage set up, with VERY loud music playing over the sound system. There are many young girls walking about dressed in traditional Spanish dresses, a bar is being set up, and a counter to cook and serve food.
Mission accomplished, Kathleen has her mass times, and, the whereabouts of the church, we return to the van.
Normal service is soon resumed.
After lunch, I again venture forth on the scooter, to find the elusive Commercial Centre, this time, armed with a little more knowledge, I find it successfully, (and the Lidl), but, being a Public Holiday, everything is closed.
The Campervan forums have had lots in them about the popularity of Spain this year, it does appear to be more busy than usual at this time of year, the last site we were at was almost full, and, this one is similarly almost full.
Here it is mostly Germans, perhaps they have all come down here to keep an eye on all of the Euro's they have had to lend the Spanish Government, to prevent financial collapse.
But, there are also a lot more French than usual, the French normally do not venture out of France, it being the best country in the world, but, for some reason, there are lots and lots of them sunning themselves in Spain this year.
Speaking of the French. This evening, a couple of French men, both with Yamaha scooters, engaged me in conversation about our Yamaha xMax 250. The fact that I barely speak enough French to order a beer did not seem to deter them, and, before long we (ie myself and Kathleen) were merrily discussing such technicalities as Engine Size, Weight, how many helmets could be stored under the seat, amazing!
The evening ends with a brilliant sunset.
Saturday 1st March 2014
After the promise of last nights sunset, "red sky at night, sailors delight" and all that, Saturday is a mighty disappointment, overcaste sky, occasional rain showers, and when it is not raining, a howling wind.
Except for a trip to Lidl, for essential supplies (Wine and Crisps), our activities are limited to Kathleen doing the good housewife thing, ie washing, tidying the van (all of the mess is Kathleen's anyway).
Sunday 2nd March 2014
Brilliant sunshine, and a delightful 22C.
We spend most of the morning sitting in the sun, then walk the mile or so to El Parador, so Kathleen can attend church.
During the church, I have a wander, as usual, there is some excitement.
There is a cycle race on, the Police close the road and a hoard of Police on motorcycles, followed by numerous cars emblazoned with well known cycle products name (Shimano, etc) whizz past, then a group of cyclists, then more Police on motor cycles.
The original plan, is to eat lunch in El Parador, this would appear to be not possible, there are no restaurants open, just snack bars.
Kathleen decides that her back has recovered enough to risk a cycle ride, so, we return to the van, collect the bicycles and cycle along the coast towards a place called Aguadulce (which translates as fresh water or sweet water, I think), this is about 3 miles away.
According to the internet, Aguadulce was one of the very first Spanish holiday resorts, way back in the 1960's, but, I must admit, I have never heard of it.
It is, very pleasant, some parts of the promenade are not yet finished, but, if they have only been building it since 1960, I suppose that is forgivable.
There is the obligatory marina, with lots of very expensive boats tied up, and, more importantly, a range of restaurants, where we manage to obtain a very pleasant lunch.
Thursday 27 February 2014
La Buganvila, Marbella
Sunday 23rd February 2014
It being Sunday, we are off to Marbella on the bus, and Kathleen goes to church, followed by a pleasant lunch overlooking the beach.
Waiting at the bus stop, on our way back to the campsite, Kathleen gets chatting to another woman, waiting for the bus. It turns out she too originates from Jarrow. It is almost like a normal family Sunday as a list of potential mutual friends and/or relations are named, to no avail of course. I tell a lie, there is one "hit" an aunt of the fellow passenger worked as Matron at South Tyneside Hospital, and was known to Kathleen from her nursing days..
Monday 24th February 2014
Rain overnight, but by morning, we are back to blue skies.
We are running out of food, and, more importantly, we are running out of wine, so, a trip to the supermarket is needed.
Kathleen has hurt her back, she claims, it is through washing clothes, I think it is through lying on the ground sunbathing.
While Kathleen takes it easy, I am free to ride about on the motor scooter, a bit of gentle cruising around Puerta Banus.
Tuesday 25th February - Thursday 27th February 2014.
I feel I have been a bit tame with my blog writing, not sure what it is. Kathleen says I am spending too much time reading the newspaper, perhaps she is right, she usually is, so she tells me.
We leave La Buganvilla on Thursday, and head for Almeria, which is about 200 miles along the coast, more or less North.
The old N340 has been dramatically improved, now, a lot of it has been replaced or upgraded to be the A7, mostly dual carriageway.
It is a little disconcerting however, to every so often come across a section which the satnav thinks is finished, but, which in fact has come to a grinding halt due to Spain's financial woes. The satnav keeps telling us to "join the motorway", when all that is there is a stretch of unfinished carriageway, and a few abandoned earth moving machines.
There are still some pretty impressive sections or road, curving along the coast, with almost sheer drops into the sea, But, you could not really call the area north of Malaga "scenic". The hills which border the coast are composed of some kind of rock, which looks just like a "pit heap".
Not only that, but sadly much of the countryside is marred by miles and miles of Polythene "greenhouses". No doubt they are very profitable, but, they do not look very attractive.
We arrive at Roquetas de Mar (N36 47'51" W2 35'28"), another ACSI site. A bit bigger than we would normally choose, but, it seems to be well cared for.
One bonus, it well off the A7, and, there appear to be lots of smaller and (hopefully) quieter roads, which may allow me to coax Kathleen onto the back of the scooter.
Went out for a scout around this evening (by myself) on the scooter, discovered the small quiet roads are almost totally lacking in sign posts, I thought I was going to run out of petrol before I found my way back to the campsite!
It being Sunday, we are off to Marbella on the bus, and Kathleen goes to church, followed by a pleasant lunch overlooking the beach.
Waiting at the bus stop, on our way back to the campsite, Kathleen gets chatting to another woman, waiting for the bus. It turns out she too originates from Jarrow. It is almost like a normal family Sunday as a list of potential mutual friends and/or relations are named, to no avail of course. I tell a lie, there is one "hit" an aunt of the fellow passenger worked as Matron at South Tyneside Hospital, and was known to Kathleen from her nursing days..
Monday 24th February 2014
Rain overnight, but by morning, we are back to blue skies.
We are running out of food, and, more importantly, we are running out of wine, so, a trip to the supermarket is needed.
Kathleen has hurt her back, she claims, it is through washing clothes, I think it is through lying on the ground sunbathing.
While Kathleen takes it easy, I am free to ride about on the motor scooter, a bit of gentle cruising around Puerta Banus.
Tuesday 25th February - Thursday 27th February 2014.
I feel I have been a bit tame with my blog writing, not sure what it is. Kathleen says I am spending too much time reading the newspaper, perhaps she is right, she usually is, so she tells me.
We leave La Buganvilla on Thursday, and head for Almeria, which is about 200 miles along the coast, more or less North.
The old N340 has been dramatically improved, now, a lot of it has been replaced or upgraded to be the A7, mostly dual carriageway.
It is a little disconcerting however, to every so often come across a section which the satnav thinks is finished, but, which in fact has come to a grinding halt due to Spain's financial woes. The satnav keeps telling us to "join the motorway", when all that is there is a stretch of unfinished carriageway, and a few abandoned earth moving machines.
There are still some pretty impressive sections or road, curving along the coast, with almost sheer drops into the sea, But, you could not really call the area north of Malaga "scenic". The hills which border the coast are composed of some kind of rock, which looks just like a "pit heap".
Not only that, but sadly much of the countryside is marred by miles and miles of Polythene "greenhouses". No doubt they are very profitable, but, they do not look very attractive.
We arrive at Roquetas de Mar (N36 47'51" W2 35'28"), another ACSI site. A bit bigger than we would normally choose, but, it seems to be well cared for.
One bonus, it well off the A7, and, there appear to be lots of smaller and (hopefully) quieter roads, which may allow me to coax Kathleen onto the back of the scooter.
Went out for a scout around this evening (by myself) on the scooter, discovered the small quiet roads are almost totally lacking in sign posts, I thought I was going to run out of petrol before I found my way back to the campsite!
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Friday 21 February 2014
La Buganvilla, Marbella Contd
Monday 17th February and Tuesday 18th February 2014
Well, it cannot be fun all of the time, or, so Kathleen tells me.
There are chores to be done.
Kathleen initially amuses herself cutting my hair. I notice, no scissors are used, only the elctric shears, hopefully, with the correct number attachment!
I note the hairdresser is not wearing her glasses, which is not very reassuring.
It turns out fine, but, a bit short, well, very short. But, as people do, when it is not their hair which has been shorn, Kathleen assures me "it will soon grow".
After the haircut, cleaning the outside of the van, I have to admit, it is very dirty after our long journey.
Wednesday 19th February - Friday 21st February 2014
I still cannot convince Kathleen she is safe on the back of the scooter, on the A7/N340, but, I settle into a little routine of riding about to explore, and, of course go shopping for essentials (wine, bread, beer...etc).
I learn a valuable lesson on my second outing, it is hot, so, I am tempted into riding along with my visor open. Disaster, a wasp smacks into my face. The next thing I observe, out of the corner of my eye, is the wasp walking along the edge of my helmet. I have to wait until I get to the supermarket, wondering all of the way, if it is about to sting!, before I can take my helmet off and get rid of the damned thing. I will not be making that mistake again, visor firmly shut at all times from now on!
The weather continues to be kind, cool in the morning, but, by 10:30 a warm and sunny 20C.
We become regulars using the bus into Marbella, so we can walk the promenade along to Puerta Banus, with drinks and snacks enroute of course.
The bus service appears to be good, but, the timetable appears meaningless, buses just come when they come with no apparent relation to the timetable.
No matter where you go, the fare appears to be 1.18Euro each.
First impressions of this site were that it was somewhat restricted because of the busy main road, but, once you find your way about, there are several walking possibilities, each with scenic views, and of course pleasant bars to partake of necessary refreshment in the heat.
Well, it cannot be fun all of the time, or, so Kathleen tells me.
There are chores to be done.
Kathleen initially amuses herself cutting my hair. I notice, no scissors are used, only the elctric shears, hopefully, with the correct number attachment!
I note the hairdresser is not wearing her glasses, which is not very reassuring.
It turns out fine, but, a bit short, well, very short. But, as people do, when it is not their hair which has been shorn, Kathleen assures me "it will soon grow".
After the haircut, cleaning the outside of the van, I have to admit, it is very dirty after our long journey.
Wednesday 19th February - Friday 21st February 2014
I still cannot convince Kathleen she is safe on the back of the scooter, on the A7/N340, but, I settle into a little routine of riding about to explore, and, of course go shopping for essentials (wine, bread, beer...etc).
I learn a valuable lesson on my second outing, it is hot, so, I am tempted into riding along with my visor open. Disaster, a wasp smacks into my face. The next thing I observe, out of the corner of my eye, is the wasp walking along the edge of my helmet. I have to wait until I get to the supermarket, wondering all of the way, if it is about to sting!, before I can take my helmet off and get rid of the damned thing. I will not be making that mistake again, visor firmly shut at all times from now on!
The weather continues to be kind, cool in the morning, but, by 10:30 a warm and sunny 20C.
We become regulars using the bus into Marbella, so we can walk the promenade along to Puerta Banus, with drinks and snacks enroute of course.
The bus service appears to be good, but, the timetable appears meaningless, buses just come when they come with no apparent relation to the timetable.
No matter where you go, the fare appears to be 1.18Euro each.
First impressions of this site were that it was somewhat restricted because of the busy main road, but, once you find your way about, there are several walking possibilities, each with scenic views, and of course pleasant bars to partake of necessary refreshment in the heat.
Sunday 16 February 2014
Quarteira, Rain, Spain, Marbella
Sunday 9th 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 10th 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 11th February – Thursday 13th
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 14th 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!
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.
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).
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 15th 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.
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 16th 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.
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.
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.
You may have guessed from the volume of information imparted, it was not so much a conversation as a monologue.
Sunday 9 February 2014
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!
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.Saturday 08/02/2014
The sunshine has been short lived. Grey skies and drizzle greet us this morning.
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!
Thursday 6 February 2014
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!
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.
Saturday 1 February 2014
From Home to Spain
Tuesday 28th January 2014
True to form, we do not get away from home as promptly as planned, but, eventually we are away, on a cold and wet January day.
We have booked our first stop at Folkestone, and a Tunnel crossing, other than that, we have nothing booked. The plan is to follow a route we were given by a chap we met in Portugal, last year. It uses stops en-route which are open at this "off season" time of year.
Our first overnight stop is Black Horse Farm Caravan Club Site, Folkestone, it has the advantage of having a separate area for Ferry / Tunnel users, so, you can arrive and leave "out of hours". We arrive in the pouring rain, and dark. The Motorcycle trailer lashings giving a problem, don’t know it at the time, but, I
have tied the ratchet buckle incorrectly, so, it is working itself loose as we travel. We eat, sleep, and leave in dark, 5:15 in the morning, to go to the Channel Tunnel.
Wednesday 29th January 2014
Arrive for Le Shuttle, at Channel Tunnel, as you might expect, at
5:30am, it is pretty quiet, check in all very slick this time, machine reads
our number plate automatically as we drive in, one click on the screen to
confirm our details, and, we are in. Unlike the previous occasion we used it.
Emerge from tunnel, 8:00am French time. A soggy drive south, rain, rain
and more rain, signs of flooding all around, and, every river we cross is
swollen and bursting its banks.
Our first stop is Montoire-Sur-Le-Loire (N47 45’ 27.5” E0 52’ 10.4”) an Aire with lighting,
waste disposal, Water, Electricity. All Free.
Approximately 300 miles south of Calais, but, we arrive
in daylight, which allows me to have a proper look at the scooter on the
trailer and correct my faulty threading of the front ratchet strap.
Montoire-sur-Loir is a pleasant and typical small French
town, a choice of boulangeries, banks, cafes and bars arranged around the
market square.
First port of call is a cash machine, to obtain some Euros, then
a friendly looking bar.
To begin, two beers (typical English choice).
We
sit and marvel at the number of people in the bar (it is only 6:00pm), and
given the high price of beer (5.60Euro for two small beers), wonder how they
can afford it.
But, we notice very few are drinking beer, careful observation
while we drink our beer, and we notice some are drinking Pastis and some White
Wine. Next round is Pastis and a White Wine, much more reasonable at 3.60Euro
for the two. The only problem is, I do not like Pastis, but, perhaps I will
acquire a taste for it?
30 January 2014
We fail to set the alarm, and are a little late at getting
away in the morning, we have approximately 350 miles to go, to our next planned
destination, which is Moliets Plage, Landes (N43 51’ 5.8” W1 23’ 6.7”) an Aire with no facilities, other than street lighting and a Public toilet.
But, Kathleen has looked up the recommended Aire, and
decided, she is not impressed, so, the destination is changed to Lac de Ville St Girons (N43 54.178’ W1 18.572’), which, the
Aires Book says has everything, Electricity, Showers, Toilets etc.
Tomorrow is to be our 27th Wedding Anniversay, but, as we leave the A63 motorway, a slight Sat Nav
misunderstanding almost ensures we do not make it to our wedding anniversary without a divorce.
At the end of the motorway slip road is a
roundabout, we take one exit too early, and are soon driving along a single
track road, surrounded by dense pine forest, needless to say, it is pouring
with rain.
Three miles of recriminations later, tempers fraying rapidly, the sat nav instructs us to
turn right into an even narrower gravel track.
No chance!.
The good news is,
there is just enough hard ground at the entrance to the track to turn the van around, but, not complete with trailer of
course!
We both emerge into the pouring rain to unhitch the trailer, push it
out of the way, so, I can turn the van around in what seems like a ten point turn. Then re-hitch
the trailer, and drive back to the point where we went wrong.
There follows
nine miles in torrential rain, along narrow roads through the forest.
Kathleen
is elated, when, eventually, we emerge onto
a road wide enough to have a white line painted down the middle.
What to do?, it is now dark,
the nearest aire we know of is another ten miles or so.
We decide to park in the deserted car park opposite the adjacent (closed) campsite and settle down to eat and sleep.
It continues to rain for most of the night.
We decide to park in the deserted car park opposite the adjacent (closed) campsite and settle down to eat and sleep.
It continues to rain for most of the night.
31st January 2014
Today is our 27th wedding anniversary, and we
are waking up in a car park.
Kathleen jokes about it, but, you just know, this will not be forgotten. It is going to be added to the long list of my errors and brought up periodically! Good job I had the forethought to buy a card for her!
Kathleen jokes about it, but, you just know, this will not be forgotten. It is going to be added to the long list of my errors and brought up periodically! Good job I had the forethought to buy a card for her!
After the previous three days marathons of over three
hundred miles per day, today is a trifling 230 miles.
We stay on the “free”
Route Nationale until we near Bayonne, at which point, past experience dictates
it is wise to take the toll road to miss the traffic of Bayonne and Biarritz,
not to mention the nightmare that is San Sebastian.
The weather improves, we have sunshine! And the temperature reaches a heady 11C, as we travel across the border into Spain, and, through the mountains.
As we climb away from the coast, the temperature drops, and soon, we encounter snow on the ground, although, the road is clear and dry.
Once through the mountains, the temperature climbs to a balmy 11C again, on to our next destination, Burgos (N42 20’ 24.5” W3 39’ 20.0”) an ACSI listed Campsite, with of course, all facilities, including a heated Toilet block!
The weather improves, we have sunshine! And the temperature reaches a heady 11C, as we travel across the border into Spain, and, through the mountains.
As we climb away from the coast, the temperature drops, and soon, we encounter snow on the ground, although, the road is clear and dry.
Once through the mountains, the temperature climbs to a balmy 11C again, on to our next destination, Burgos (N42 20’ 24.5” W3 39’ 20.0”) an ACSI listed Campsite, with of course, all facilities, including a heated Toilet block!
To be honest, if you are staying just one night, there is little advantage in using a camp site, but, today is HWD (hair washing day), which regular readers will understand means full facilities, including electricity are mandatory!
1st February 2014
An early start, we are on the road by 08:30.
Free motorway for approximately 300 miles.
This is not the Spain most English people know, ie the Costas, we are crossing an enormous plateau, which stretches off into the distance.
Mostly, it appears to be deserted farmland, with every so often a sizeable, and surprisingly industrial town.
The superb motorway is almost empty of traffic, a little disconcerting, given how remote the area appears to be, it also seems to be lacking any emergency telephone points, or cameras along the way. Breakdown here at your peril.
This, of course, is the "plain", of "the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain", fame, and, so it does, today, as we get regular downpours along the way.
Although the sun is shining, it is very cold, only 6C.
A stop for lunch and fuel, and, we encounter the first Police Patrol we have seen since leaving Burgos.
Two Gaurdia Civil, standing by their patrol car, faces muffled in scarves, over doing it a little I think!
Eventually, we drop down from the high plateau we have been travelling across, and run alongside some snow capped mountains, called, Kathleen informs me, after studying the map, Sierra Berger.
By 15:00, we arrive at Caceres (N39 29'19" W6 24'46"), another ACSI listed site. This one of those sites where each pitch has it's own individual toilet, washbasin and shower room on the pitch.
The original route calls for an overnight here, before pressing on, into Portugal via Evora to the Algarve.
We are too feint hearted for that, we decide to stay here for a few days. The sun is shining and, the temperature gauge has crept up to 14C.
Tomorrow is Sunday, there are several churches in town, to satisfy Kathleen's church going tendancies, there is a bus stop outside of the campsite gates. A rest, lunch in town is the plan.
Free motorway for approximately 300 miles.
This is not the Spain most English people know, ie the Costas, we are crossing an enormous plateau, which stretches off into the distance.
Mostly, it appears to be deserted farmland, with every so often a sizeable, and surprisingly industrial town.
The superb motorway is almost empty of traffic, a little disconcerting, given how remote the area appears to be, it also seems to be lacking any emergency telephone points, or cameras along the way. Breakdown here at your peril.
This, of course, is the "plain", of "the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain", fame, and, so it does, today, as we get regular downpours along the way.
Although the sun is shining, it is very cold, only 6C.
A stop for lunch and fuel, and, we encounter the first Police Patrol we have seen since leaving Burgos.
Two Gaurdia Civil, standing by their patrol car, faces muffled in scarves, over doing it a little I think!
Eventually, we drop down from the high plateau we have been travelling across, and run alongside some snow capped mountains, called, Kathleen informs me, after studying the map, Sierra Berger.
By 15:00, we arrive at Caceres (N39 29'19" W6 24'46"), another ACSI listed site. This one of those sites where each pitch has it's own individual toilet, washbasin and shower room on the pitch.
The original route calls for an overnight here, before pressing on, into Portugal via Evora to the Algarve.
We are too feint hearted for that, we decide to stay here for a few days. The sun is shining and, the temperature gauge has crept up to 14C.
Tomorrow is Sunday, there are several churches in town, to satisfy Kathleen's church going tendancies, there is a bus stop outside of the campsite gates. A rest, lunch in town is the plan.
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Tuesday 28 January 2014
Spring 2014 - Packing to Leave
Preparing to Leave.
Although we typically make trips lasting several months, packing and preparing to leave has not been an issue, until now.
We, or, perhaps I should say I, because I think Kathleen is a reluctant participant in this, have purchased a Motor Scooter, to provide transport during our Campervan trips.
This is actually part of a longstanding "plan" on my part.
Three years, or so, ago, (when I was 64), it occurred to me that the day would come when we were not up to pedalling bicycles for long distances. So, I decided I would learn to ride a motorcycle.
My plan was to buy a small scooter (say 100cc).
But, my motorcycle enthusiast son-in-law, Dave, convinced me I should take the matter seriously, pass the full motorcycle test, and thus be able to ride any size of motorcycle.
This, I duly did, much to my surprise, the surprise of my instructor I suspect, and the amusement of Kathleen, and, most friends and family.
Having passed the test, I made one more ridiculous move, and bought a 650cc Kawasaki ER6F. To be honest, it was fun to ride, but, scary, I never actually admitted that at the time of course.
Kathleen SAID she would ride pillion. She even got as far as riding up and down the street on the back of Dave' Honda Hornet.
With the Kawasaki, she did get as far as clambering onto the pillion seat to have her photograph taken, biker chick style. However, I knew she had no intention of risking life and limb by doing so, when the bike was actually moving. This was particularly clear when she steadfastly refused to even buy a helmet.
I waited long enough so that it did not look like I had made a mistake, then one day, I spotted that our local Motorcycle Trader had what I considered a suitable alternative. So, I traded the Kawasaki for a more modest machine, a Yamaha XMax250 Scooter. On the day the deal was done, Kathleen declared the Salesman to be "quite attractive", and agreed to go for a ride on the back of the scooter, with the salesman "driving". All was declared to be satisfactory. But, subsequently, Kathleen still insists it is far to big for our needs. I like it very much.
Now, Kathleen has acquired the necessary "gear", ie a rather smart Motorcycle Helmet, and, a suitable Motorcycle jacket, courtesy of her friend Anne.
Acquiring the scooter, means we needed a towbar and a trailer (it is too heavy to mount on the rear of our van). Since we are still fit enough to ride our bicycles, I opted for a trailer capable of carrying the Motor Scooter and two bicycles.
So, that is how the preparation and packing has become significant task.
I have to put the Yamaha on the trailer (I have now practiced this, to the point I can do it without assistance), much time has to be spent lashing it in place, and covering it to keep it reasonably dry and clean.
Then, the same has to be done with the Bicycles.
Finally, I have to ensure we have the additional equipment, ie Motorcycle helmets, jackets, etc etc, all loaded.
So, January 2014, and, we are off, heading for the sun (we hope) in Spain and/or Portugal.
Although we typically make trips lasting several months, packing and preparing to leave has not been an issue, until now.
We, or, perhaps I should say I, because I think Kathleen is a reluctant participant in this, have purchased a Motor Scooter, to provide transport during our Campervan trips.
This is actually part of a longstanding "plan" on my part.
Three years, or so, ago, (when I was 64), it occurred to me that the day would come when we were not up to pedalling bicycles for long distances. So, I decided I would learn to ride a motorcycle.
My plan was to buy a small scooter (say 100cc).
But, my motorcycle enthusiast son-in-law, Dave, convinced me I should take the matter seriously, pass the full motorcycle test, and thus be able to ride any size of motorcycle.
This, I duly did, much to my surprise, the surprise of my instructor I suspect, and the amusement of Kathleen, and, most friends and family.
Having passed the test, I made one more ridiculous move, and bought a 650cc Kawasaki ER6F. To be honest, it was fun to ride, but, scary, I never actually admitted that at the time of course.
Kathleen SAID she would ride pillion. She even got as far as riding up and down the street on the back of Dave' Honda Hornet.
With the Kawasaki, she did get as far as clambering onto the pillion seat to have her photograph taken, biker chick style. However, I knew she had no intention of risking life and limb by doing so, when the bike was actually moving. This was particularly clear when she steadfastly refused to even buy a helmet.
I waited long enough so that it did not look like I had made a mistake, then one day, I spotted that our local Motorcycle Trader had what I considered a suitable alternative. So, I traded the Kawasaki for a more modest machine, a Yamaha XMax250 Scooter. On the day the deal was done, Kathleen declared the Salesman to be "quite attractive", and agreed to go for a ride on the back of the scooter, with the salesman "driving". All was declared to be satisfactory. But, subsequently, Kathleen still insists it is far to big for our needs. I like it very much.
Now, Kathleen has acquired the necessary "gear", ie a rather smart Motorcycle Helmet, and, a suitable Motorcycle jacket, courtesy of her friend Anne.
Acquiring the scooter, means we needed a towbar and a trailer (it is too heavy to mount on the rear of our van). Since we are still fit enough to ride our bicycles, I opted for a trailer capable of carrying the Motor Scooter and two bicycles.
So, that is how the preparation and packing has become significant task.
I have to put the Yamaha on the trailer (I have now practiced this, to the point I can do it without assistance), much time has to be spent lashing it in place, and covering it to keep it reasonably dry and clean.
Then, the same has to be done with the Bicycles.
Finally, I have to ensure we have the additional equipment, ie Motorcycle helmets, jackets, etc etc, all loaded.
So, January 2014, and, we are off, heading for the sun (we hope) in Spain and/or Portugal.
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