On Tuesday the cycle ride was planned to go to Conil and back, standard run about 16 miles. On the way took a right turn instead and headed for Vejer, a small town we visited earlier. About two miles from the town, 'cos it was becoming very steep, took another right heading towards the wind farm on the top of the hill and ran into an even steeper bit! When we got back I noticed my trip computer reading 12 miles, God it felt a lot longer and we both needed a good lie down in a darkened room to recover.
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| Civilised Tony |
Someone once said “The definition of civilisation is how far man distances himself from his own excreta”. Well this a picture of Tony “The Doctor”, taking his full waste hog five miles down the road to the next camp site, how civilised is that?
Went out with T&D to the local restaurant, €9/person for three courses, food OK'ish I guess. A few others from the MotorHomeFun forum were there aswell, interesting natter, couple of drinks then off to bed.
Wednesday and another circular walk around the “natural park” so SWMBO could collect pine cones, guess what? She's going to paint them and they will join the glass jars filled with sea shells as Christmas presents, cheap Christmas this time round, but probably no friends left either?
Then she wanted to go for another walk, about 6 mile round trip to Saint Ambrosia, a local ancient ruin, i.e. three walls and half a roof in an overgrown garden, I could hardly contain myself! I had looked on Google Earth and someone had put up a picture of a Bull loose along the track we were going to use. Made the mistake of informing her of this fact about half way there and she immediately stopped. I persuaded her to carry on and went on another mile and guess what? Yep, you're ahead of me already, a large black object with big horns, ON OUR SIDE OF THE FENCE, appeared about 300 yards ahead of us. Well I was pretty sure it was only a cow and kept going, SWMBO however was routed to the spot, then another big black thing with BLOODY BIG horns came stampeding out of the field just ahead of me. Tricia shouted “What should we do?” I replied, “Get me a clean pair of shorts” and off we ran in the opposite direction. Went back later, IN THE CAR, no Bulls or any kind of cattle for that matter, did we dream it all?
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| Which one is Tony |
On the way back Tony had found a new friend.
Earlier during the day T&D had dropped by to inform us that they were going to take the Kayaks down to the sea. We saw them later in the day and asked how it went. Not good it appears and the two Kayaks will soon be appearing as ebay numbers 87598637 and 87598638, respectively along with the number 87598612 for the recently deceased 6 KVA Kipor generator.
Thursday 4th November, The Cadiz Story.
It's very windy, over 35 knots so no lying in the sun today, I guess a visit somewhere is going to be the thing. The wind or “Levante” can occur anytime but usually between May and October but is basically warm, good drying weather I suppose so some washing will be done some time soon.
The planned visit to Cadiz was about to happen and we were told that to avoid parking in the city itself the best bet would be to get the ferry from San Fernando, which for €2 drops you right in the centre. Problem was at the mention of San Fernando, Tricia could not help herself and began to continuously sing the chorus from Johnny Duncan & Bluegrass Boys version of “Last train to San Fernando”, also recorded by Lonnie Donegan in the UK. So it was “bide bide bon bon to San Fernando” all bloody day and I couldn’t get the tune out of my head.
For those guys that missed geography 101, Cadiz is at the end of an isthmus (or tombola in Spanish) so it's basically surrounded by the sea, well the Atlantic Ocean in this case. Although we found San Fernando and the Carrefour there, we did not find where the ferry went from, so we drove in.
Drove around for a while and eventually found an underground one we could get into, just, which was close by the tourist information office and the city tour bus terminal. Whenever we get to a big city we always try and find such a bus. It's gets you a good feel of the city, with an English commentary and you can get off and back on at any of the stops if you fancy a particular place.
This was €11 each, which is a bit expensive as the norm is usually €7, still worth it though, mainly because we were the only two on the bus and had the front seats to our selves.
Did that and then walked back to the eastern beach and had a late lunch of mixed seafood and garlic potatoes, it was great and really filled us up. “I'm not going to eat another thing for the rest of the day!” said somebody or other, lasted till half way through the film “Frequency” with Dennis Quaid then it was basically anything to hand in the fridge because she had had a couple of sherbets by then.
Back to car and the parking turned out to be €1.20/hour but I guess we were right in the middle of the city, ho hum.
Friday 5th November
Bloody Nora! The wind is blowing like buggery! The outlook is similar, plus rain, for the next few days so SWMBO is washing everything in sight and I'm back to the filling and emptying routine.
For some reason the normal laws of nature are being reversed, SWMBO is getting bitten by more mossies and more times than I am, so it's off to the Mercadona to get some additional mossie repellent things that you plug in the mains. Might have to do with the fact that the one we have got is plugged into the outlet on my side of the bed?
We have parked next to us a single German lady, not unattractive in her bikini, about late forties. Well it did not take long for the 50'ish single German bloke to come wondering by. “Look, and he's got dressed up for it aswell” said SWMBO. Hell's teeth, bright yellow T shirt, with a pair of multi coloured Hawaiian knee length shorts that would have been too loud in Hawaii. Calf length brown socks beneath black city shoes topped off the ensemble. Who said the Germans don't know how to dress up for the occasion? Knock out!
She didn't go for it, all he got was a left handed wave and a curt nod.
Bingo! Went to make some coffee and used the plastic jug to heat the milk in the microwave and when it comes out there's this mossie floating in it, the little bastid was hiding in the cupboard so our regular mossie spraying were never getting it. Come dinner time, open cupboard for dishes etc. and out he pops all ready to bite SWMBO's legs and arms for the rest of the night. The thought does occur to me that I wished I'd never found it as up to recently I was the only one who got bitten. This little bugger could have been the only mossie genetically programmed to get SWMBO, what a waste.
Washing done and will be dry in about a minute in this wind, now off to Mercadona.
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