We moved down to Camping la Bella Vista, a few km to the east of Gibraltar, to meet up with Kate and Alastair again. There are some very good restaurants here. Poor old Romeo needs some TLC.
This is an old windmill at Carboneras, a Spanish coastal town in the Cabo de Gâta natural park, where we stopped overnight on the way South. There is a nice be-palmed cycle track. We cycled out to the west of…
Elvis, Robot waiters, Flamingos…It’s all here… The Alannia resort at Crevillent is not to everyone’s taste; it’s very big, maybe 500-1000 pitches, and well provided with stuff to do; heated swimming pool, sauna, pétanque, Padel (like tennnis but slightly smaller…
We stopped overnight at the inland Spanish village of El Palomar, en route to the sun. The village is surrounded by orange and olive groves.
Don’t trust your sat nav! This was our suggested route to the camping at Cala d’Orques. We would have got through, but without wing mirrors. We stopped overnight near Tarragona at a campsite called Cala d’Oques, or the Creek of…
No, not me after a night on the town. It’s Salvador Dali, Spanish surrealist artist born here in Figueres in 1904. We moved on to spend the night in L’Estartit, in the Bay of Roses.
We had a sunny final week at Los Alcázares; it got a little busier as a few Spanish pitched up for the Easter holidays. We spotted these Andalusians trotting through the shallows on the way to coffee one morning (us,…
This is our pitch at Mar Menor….Mavis is parked on the left, in a front corner next to a section of nature reserve which separates the campsite from the town of Los Alcázares. This is the boardwalk through the nature…
The last week has been spent parked overlooking a beach on the Mar Menor, a large natural lagoon just to the north of Cartagena. Recommended by our friends Dave and Judy it has turned out to be one of the…