A Life in the Slow Lane

It’s looking like a ghost town

For the first time this trip we had a relaxed start to the day. No driving to do, no place to get to. After breakfast we decided we would walk into the nearest town, Cullera, which is the best part of two miles away.

As I said yesterday, the area we are in is heavily built up, but its not really a town, its more what the property salesmen call an “urbanisation”.

Most of our walk was along the seafront. We kept the dogs off the beach, because Mabel had apparently eaten a dead fish on her early morning walk, and there are currently plenty more of those for her to find.

We’ve never really ever been anywhere like this. The whole seafront is lined with endless flats and there are literally hundreds of shops and restaurants which are all (with one exception) shut! Cullera was a little better and we were able to get a slice of pizza each and some bread from a bakery and top up with fruit in another shop.

On our way back we stopped at the only bar/restaurant which seemed to be open on the sea front and sat outside in the sunshine drinking a cheeky beer.

The author and Melek with a beer.

When we arrived back at the campsite, we found that both Brits had left and been replaced by three more Brits. On our usual out of season trips around Europe we rarely see fellow countrymen. That must be because they are all in Spain.

I have managed to do some planning today and members of the Hymer Facebook forum have been very helpful in suggesting the few bit of the coast in Southern Spain which is not too overdeveloped. I think I will have got a rough plan worked out tomorrow and so we will probably move on by Wednesday.

Basil has had a short drive today, from our shady pitch to a sunnier one opposite. It’s been nice enough to sit out in the sun today, albeit with fleeces on. It’s good warm ones bones.