The wind got up during the night and it was still there to greet us this morning, we can't grumble though as it was forecast, and due to peak this afternoon in the Puerto de Santa Maria area at 50mph.
We enjoyed another hot shower using as much water as we pleased, what a luxury. Then it was breakfast followed by preparing the vehicle for the journey to Seville. I had decided to go with The Chef's desire to park close to town at a bumhole of a car park rather than at a marina complex about six miles away but with a good bus service. The reason being that said bumhole had vehicle workshops of sorts on site and I thought we may be able to get the battery charging defect sorted out.
We were delayed getting away by fellow motorhomers who are just so slow at dumping their waste and taking on fresh water, for some it seems to be the highlight of their day, something they wish to savour. When we drive over the grey water drain, it's cap off, valve open and away it goes, while that's going on its fresh water in to the tank at the front. If I do need to empty the loo then that gets done before I touch the fresh water pipe. We can be done and away in just a few minutes.
I had identified a large Carrefour superstore on the edge of town thanks to Google Maps, but unsurprisingly the satnav didn't recognise the name of the road. Off we went, hoping to see that store, or another on the way out of town. Luckily we spotted it from the motorway and dived off a slip-road to reach to it. Suitably restocked we had a bit of hassle picking up the motorway again, but never mind.
The motorway turned in to the AP4 toll road and the total cost to Seville was €7.20, about six pounds. Finding the car park was fairly straightforward. Basically it's a very large oblong-shaped car park, mostly covered with cars which come and go on the back of car transporters. The site is wedged between a river on one side of us and a compound of large steel fuel bunkers on the other. Across the river they load small coaster vessels with what sounds like scrap metal, using a large crane. The Cote D'Azure it ain't, but it is close to the town.
The Chef booked us in at Reception while I went and parked up. She didn't include electricity, though I felt we will need to rely on it due to the problem with the 12v system. Once we were settled we went back up to the office with a message I had written in English and then translated in to Spanish beneath it in the hope they could help us with the battery charging problem. The Chef said they were abrupt and unhelpful up there, but be that as it may, we needed their help.
She was right of course, the man was a complete ingnoramous, he still had the calluses on his knuckles caused by dragging them along the ground. He gestured that we should go around to the side of the building to where the workshops were located. I had also written on the top of our arrival documentation the vehicles registration number and that we wanted to add electricity at an extra €3 a night. He just waved me off dismissively. The guys in the workshop weren't much help either. I don't think they even consider sorting such problems out, but would have sold us a damned great battery if we wanted one. Being in the real Spain is much more entertaining than the Ex-Pat Costa's!
Back at the vehicle I got out the mains lead and plugged us in. I was having the electricity with or without his knowledge. We rested for the remainder of the afternoon. I went and laid on the bed to read as it was so hot, another 30˚C day.
After our evening meal we got ready and went for a walk to get our bearings for tomorrow. We soon found the Aldi store where there is a bus stop in to the town centre should we need it tomorrow. Having walked across the river we found ourselves taking a look at Parque Maria Luisa, and then walking through the park to Plaza de Espana which is on our 'must see' list. The walk between the two locations reminded us very much of Central Park in New York, even down to the horse and carriage rides through it. The Plaza de Espana complex was very impressive and ornate, a little bit of Venice here in Spain. The light wasn't terribly good by then but I managed to get a few pictures with the little pocket camera I had bought out with me. Tomorrow I hope to revisit it with the SLR which has a better lens, and the light should be much brighter, so hopefully will be able to do it justice.
That was about it for our evening stroll. We wandered back to the car park to the sounds of vessels still being loaded with scrap metal. I do hope they don't work night shifts.
Tomorrow we shall begin our visit to Seville proper, and during the day we are determined to book tickets for a flamenco performance.