My word what a windy night Monday was, the motorhome and the awning bounced
around for much of it. I even got up halfway through just to check on the integrity of the awning, but it was fine, it was just me being over protective.
we were up at the disgraceful time of 07:15 in order to scrub up and have breakfast before joining the 09:00 'over sixties' coach trip to Valencia (pronounced with a listhp, Valenthia), a city we have visited before, but were very happy to visit again,
this time without huge effigies waiting to be burned on display and spoiling photo opportunities.
The nice steady journey lasted about an hour, and in that short space of
time we moved from sparrows and magpies to green parrots in the trees.
Fortunately we were dropped off at 'Torres de Serranos', an ancient twin tower fortification built
in 1391, and which survived the demolition of the city walls, which was much better than last time when we were left at the bus station, a considerable walk from the main part of the city.
We wandered through the city streets, armed with a map our accompanying 'guide' from the campsite had given us, making our way towards the railway station which we had heard was well worth a visit.
It was easy enough to find, with the bullring right next door, and The Chef was right we had seen it on our last visit, though why people rave about it I don't know. Yes it's got a very nice facade, but behind
that it's the same as any other large station.
Next we made our way to the famous Central Market where we had hoped to buy a good value lunch. Unfortunately it was shut.
Completely and utterly shut. Our tummies were telling us it was time to eat and so we went in to a small Spanish cafe run by a Chinese couple across the road, where we ordered the 'Breakfast Special' (this was about 12:00) which consisted of a small bottle
of orange juice, a cup of coffee, and two thick rashers of bacon served on lightly toasted baguette and a fried egg. All for €5.50 each. Luvvly Jubbly. Who says this foreign cuisine can't be tasty. We did notice as we left that the owner had taken in
the 'Breakfast Special' board, presumably because he had forgotten to do so much earlier, resulting in them having to prepare two more at lunchtime.
Then we walked towards
the 'Arts & Science' complex using the delightful recreational area created by the re-routing of the river some years ago due to flooding of the city, leaving a wide expanse of 'river bed' which has been made good use of.
The architecture of the complex was magnificent, and we only saw about 70% of it. Such futuristic design, giving one the feeling that you were living in the future.
From there we went across the road having spotted a Carrefour supermarket within a large indoor shopping complex. The purpose of our visit was to source a new electric kettle for the motorhome. But hey - guess what? It was closed, along with
most other shops in the complex. We've got used to the idea of lazy Spaniards going for a lie down in the afternoon, but we have never before known it to effect a Carrefour supermarket or a large shopping complex. As I said to The Chef "If I ever win the Lottery
and want to come on a shopping spree, it sure as hell won't be to Spain".
It was a long walk back to the city centre and I was beginning to regret having bought
along with me a newish pair of shoes which had not yet had time to break my feet in.
When we got back to the pick-up point, with about twenty-five minutes to go, we
found ourselves talking to a couple of Brits from Cornwall who knew the neighbours we have back home, just about 150yds from our house who also have a motorhome, and who come down here regularly. They even knew their names which is more than we did. It's a
Despite arriving at the pick-up point in about fifth and sixth place, by the time the pushing and shoving was done we were among the last to get on. As a result
The Chef and I had to split up, she next to a woman on her own about half way along, and me getting the one remaining seat which was in the middle of the back row of five seats, trapped between the woman and her husband on my left who was coughing her guts
up before we boarded, and a younger couple to my right who knew the sickoes on my left and bragged that they'd also been so ill that they'd consumed over 100 Paracetamol tablets between them since Christmas. As I approached the empty seat I said to them "I've
come down here to get a dose of Flu" and the thick beggers thought I was joking "Oh, you'll get that alright here". I wasn't joking, I was having a pop at the selfish buggers for ever having boarded the bus in the first place.
I spent the whole trip back to the campsite taking shallow breaths through a small gap between my fingers which I had in front of my nose, and when I wasn't shallow breathing I was experiencing the stinking smell
of the lunch the man to the right of me had enjoyed. Upon our return to the motorhome I had a swill and gargle of Corsodyl mouthwash and hoped that would be enough to shield me from the flu which is creeping around the campsite, caused by selfish sods
like those I had been forced to sit next to today. I don't think we'll be going on any more coach trips while we're here.
Our evening meal was a ham and cheese salad, washed
down with a drop of vino.
This morning we could get up a bit later than yesterday and I could get a few chores done. Whilst doing a bit of hand washing I got chatting to
a Scottish motorhomer who was saying that the wind was due to get up quite strongly by about lunchtime with gusts of over 40mph. That sure as hell wasn't what the BBC Weather website was saying this morning, and it was so fortunate I bumped in to him. It gave
me time to make a few preparations before, sure enough, the wind got up, and boy did it gust. Having the awning bouncing around is rather concerning, as serious damage can be inflicted on it. I have paced out the length of the vehicle and then measured the
width of the pitch in the same way, and as I confirmed, it is too narrow to allow us to put the vehicles sideways across and reposition the awning allowing the motorhome to take the brunt of the north-westerly wind blowing off the mountains.
If the wind continues for days or we get further problems then it will have to come down and be put away, and we'll have to just live in the motorhome's living space. At least that way we'll
be ready to hit the road heading for home. As things stand at the moment we're looking at leaving here on 13th February, driving up to Barcelona, and then on to catch a ferry back to Portsmouth. We have booked nothing yet, and are playing
it by ear, but we both feel we'll have had enough by then. How so many people can come here from October to March every year is beyond me. Much further south where it's warmer, sunnier and with warmer nights possibly, but not here, as nice as the campsite
is. Still, we're all different, and if they enjoy it good luck to them though I suspect come Brexit the length of their stays will be curtailed somewhat.
Tonight was Quiz
Night, but unfortunately we didn't manage to repeat our success of last week scoring seventy-five out of ninety, good, but not good enough. Never mind there's always next week.