17. Mar, 2017


FRIDAY 17-3-17

We woke to a lovely sunny morning, still a bit cool but with the promise of hotter temperatures later. Although we got up about the usual time, the shower block was really quiet, either lots of other people got up earlier than us or they're having a lie-in.

Scrubbed up, I devoured my mini bales of hay and a nice cup of tea. Today we were going to go on a bike ride. I had thought we'd have a second attempt at getting to Castellį½¹ de la Plana, but by the time I had done a bit of hand washing the time was getting on a bit, besides The Chef thought we were going in the opposite direction anyway, which coincidentally happened to be a much shorter ride.

The Chef made up a lovely filled crusty baguette each (BOILED egg and tomato) and we took along a couple of small cold beers. This was to be our lunch, which yours truly was to carry in the backpack.

We set off heading for Marina D'Or which is just beyond Oropesa the seaside community we had visited before having cycled down the disused railway track, now used as a pathway for pedestrians and as a racetrack for 'Lycraman'.

I was only carrying the pocket camera today. Humping the SLR camera as well as lunch was too much like hard work. The SLR gives a better, more detailed picture, but it's much heavier and quite bulky.

Off we set then. This trip seemed much easier than last time, probably because we now knew how far it was, and what lay ahead. On the far side of Oropesa we stopped on the promenade and had our lunch. The Chef wasn't mad on the beer and so I got to drink most of hers as well. We need to buy some more on Monday, and will be a bit more selective in our purchase.

After lunch we set off along the coast for Marina D'Or. On arrival we were very pleasantly surprised. It looked like a completely new holiday 'village' with lots and lots of holiday apartments, hotels, shops, bars and restaurants and a large water park for kids. If I were looking for a family holiday destination then I'd consider Marina D'Or. It took us a while to explore all around it before setting off for 'home'.

Again the journey seemed so much easier, the only tricky part being my riding a small folding bike with slightly wobbly handle bars with one hand whilst taking photos with the other. We were soon back in Benicassim. On arrival at the campsite I popped in to the restaurant to book a table for Sunday dinner. I spoil her I know I do, especially as, before we came away, I'd bought a roasting dish which fits in our small electric oven. It wouldn't manage a hog roast, but it would take a chicken.

This afternoon was spent soaking up the sunshine as well as having the odd chat with our very nice Irish neighbours. The husband thanked me very much for the wine I'd bought them as compensation for breaking their chair. 'Ok, ok, don't rub it in' I thought.

I congratulated them on it being St Patrick's Day today, having been prompted via text by my brother Richard. I asked them if they were going out to celebrate, but they said they weren't bothered. There is an Irish Bar in Benicassim, but he never bothers going in any of them when on his travels because you can never find an Irishman in them.

So tonight in the local Irish Bar there will be people like Juan O'Fernanzez, and José O'Torres wearing silly green hats and drinking Guinness wondering why it doesn't taste like proper beer, whilst a real Irishman is probably staying indoors and watching the telly.

Tonight's gastronomic delight was the remaining pieces of breaded hake fish with chips and roasted  baby tomatoes. At least now they've gone, no more hake. As a treat I had another portion of Christmas Pudding, this time served with some Greek Yoghurt.

I think we are in for a busy and noisy weekend here at the campsite, which has quite a few holiday bungalows that are rented out for weekends. The kids don't seem to have been at school much this past week, and the men-folk who don't seem to do very much at any time, seem to be arriving in the area and on the campsite. I believe there are festivities in Castellion tomorrow, so maybe they're here for that. With any luck the kid that makes the most noise letting off the most bangers gets burned alive on top of a big pile of something.

But despite all of that I have good news. Having popped over to the supermarket late this afternoon I can confirm that, even though it's bath night in Spain tomorrow, judging by the strong aroma of Spanish armpits in there, summer is on the way.

Get laundering that knotted handkerchief.