Sierra Nevada
We have just driven 1 hour up the SierraNevada road...the highest road in Europe...from the heat of Granada to the snowy mountain top. It is a spectacular place, but dry and quiet as it is off season...being a ski resort!
There are still patches of snow around and the air is fresh but not cold. And I think it might be a bit thin, because the girls have gone all giggly, and Tony seems to be more vague than usual...he just slammed his finger in the door and mangled it, then bumped his head on the open window and nearly knocked himself out.
Mercury is in retrograde at the moment and its wreaking havoc with everything.
We are now driving to Almeria down on the coast for a salt water fix.
We just drove through the Sierra Nevada National Park where 'good, bad, ugly' was filmed and we played the song to give it ambience.
Almeria
5/7/13
We arrived in Almeria at about 6 last night, and as usual, it wasn't without its mishaps.In the thin air of the mountain yesterday, tony entered the details of our next destination into our gps a little vaguely. We proceeded to be directed to the centre of the town instead of the outskirts where the camping areas generally are.As you can imagine, the streets in these towns/ cities weren't designed for cars 300 or so years ago, let alone motorhomes. We drove around and around a labyrinth of streets that gave us about 3 inches on either side of the van. You can only imagine the fruity language and frustration.The camp ground is the oldest in Spain, and really geographically very beautiful. A quiet little idyllic location, right on the beach of a little cove, with the sound of the waves softly lapping the beach, acting like a lullaby at night. The place seems to be run by a mad fat little Scot who came here for a holiday 10 years ago and never left. He has forgotten how to interact socially, if he ever did know, and comes across as quite eccentric, so we took to him at once. Tony still insisted on speaking to him in Spanish, and he was told to desist at once, and that he understood 'Australian' quite well thank you.Last night we had dinner at a couple of tapas bars in town. The first place showed us fresh sardines caught today, which we had grilled...perfect!
The second place served us a mixture of dishes including pulpo...fresh grilled octopus, and my favourite fried green chillies...not spicy, along with prawns...not the best, pork loin...always delicious, fresh anchovies lightly floured and fried...yum, and a tuna and egg salad, all washed down with a nice Rioja, and beers for the boys
.The toilets in the camp ground are a bit archaic and toilet paper is to be put in the bin, not the toilet, and there are quite a few flies about. The beach, although beautiful, is filthy...it is covered in litter including plastic, butts, and food scraps, and cats galore. Pussy galore. The place feels like it needs a good clean and sweep, and the mad scot gets around in a beat up old van with a mop and bucket in the back and gives it a quick once over in between scotches. Trish and I are a bit put off and are afraid of getting gastro, and Trish feels the place is eerie...that something awful is about to happen. So today we are off to Tariffa. 6 hours drive away. And Paul has a flat tyre which they are trying to sort out. More about that later.
No comments:
Post a Comment