Said goodbye to our English neighbours this morning, they left just before us, a lovely couple, very down to earth. They’re actually only going about 10 miles down the road from us.
A short while later we left Camping Ampolla Playa, and headed for Camping Estanyet, stopping off at a Mercadona on the way.
Each of the Mercadona’s I’ve visited have had these counters with 3 people slicing ham. Very impressive to see.
Not sure I fancy this drink
We only travelled about 25 miles but managed to take a wrong turn and then missed the turning for the campsite. After turning around and going down the right road, I wondered what I was bringing us to as we went down a single track road / lane, bumpety bump. But although the entrance to the campsite was a tad tight, it is a lovely campsite. The pitches aren’t very big and we ended up straddling two pitches. This was a bone of contention initially as I wasn’t happy with it at all. I am programmed to follow the rules, so using 2 pitches went against the grain. But the owners (it’s a family site) seem OK with it. (And it was the only way Paul could get tv 🙄).
Unlike the last site, which was full, this site is very quiet, only about a dozen pitches used. But I’m fine with that.
We had some lunch and then went for a walk to explore outside the campsite. We are right opposite the beach (pebble) and if we turn left there is a huge pavement/cycle path. We walked into Les Cases del Alcanar. This fishing village is only about a mile away, very Spanish, no sign of tourism apart from the fact that there are a lot of little restaurants along the front.
There were only about 4 people on the beach, no-one in the sea – it was quite rough so I wasn’t tempted.
We came across these signs which look quite amusing
any ideas??
We returned to the site and sat down for a spot of relaxation. Shortly after sitting down an English chap came along, initiating a conversation, and ended up sitting down and chatting for a while. After about 2 minutes I decided I didn’t like him and thought he was an egotistical twit. But I was polite and smiled when he told us how long his caravan was, how wide his caravan was, how many wheels his caravan had (lots), how wide his awning was etc etc etc. Eventually he left.
We had to check in late afternoon (the chap who saw us earlier and gave us a pitch had told us in broken English to check in later). This time we saw his son who speaks very good English. He was very friendly and chatty. The reception is in the same building as the shop and the restaurant. When I asked for a washing machine token he said I could have one from the bar. A sort of comedy sketch then ensued where we went out of the reception door and into the bar, he went behind the wall between the reception into the bar and I said ‘oh hello, can I please have a washing machine token?’ Yes, of course he said, smiling.
A while later I decided to try the swimming pool. I knew, from experience, that it was going to be cold, but I was very hot so I managed to get in without any screaming! It was so nice to cool down, and it was in fact a lovely pool, nice and deep.
The ‘facilities ‘ here are excellent. Spotlessly clean, and a pleasure to go and have a shower.
Tomorrow we will explore on our bikes.
2019 Autumn follow the sun 