In order to spend a little bit of time with my darling Chef in the evenings I'll sometimes upload the daily diary early, yesterday was such a day. So without reading it myself I guess it must have been left on a fairly positive note............... oh dear!
I had expressed a desire to the guy up at reception to get our air-conditioning in our cab fixed (stop me if I've already covered this) and he, who spoke no English, and I, who thpeek no Spanish conversed via Google Translate to establish that there was a 'boy next door' who did air conditioning, and he would get him to drop by when he finished work. At about 20:30 the guy turned up and via yet more Google Translate, established that the vehicle would need to be left with him (he was on the other side of the Ford dealer next door). I felt we had made progress. Oh silly me.
Later yesterday evening I went out to the rear garage locker and smelt gas. I tracked it down to the gas cylinder locker itself. I immediately (do you know I always get the spelling of immediately wrong, just as I spent 38 years in the Ambulance Service without knowing how to spell diarrhoea thank god for spell-check) turned both gas cylinders off and vented the gas locker. For safety reasons we spent the night with additional windows open and it was a cold night.
This morning The Chef and I were up early so that we could bag a hot shower in the one cubicle with a door to it. Scrubbed up I went to see some bloke who's name began with 'P' in the hope he could steer us towards a motorhome dealer who could sort our gas leak and problematic boiler. Oh dear, oh no, no, no, no, no, no. If it was a GLP (LPG) problem then it must be dealt with by a registered GLP agent, and there were none in this area, and he couldn't look at anything anyway because there was a big holiday next week (Columbus Day - any excuse to have a day off) and they were busy getting everybody's motorhomes, which were in storage, ready for that holiday.
On returning to our humble abode I manage to establish that in the whole of Spain there are just 34 registered GLP businesses. What chance did we stand. The Chef and I concluded that we would need to change the Travelscript so that we could keep the gas turned off and just go from campsite to campsite and be hooked-up.
But enough of that negativity. Today we were going to see some horse dressage at the The Royal Andalusia School of Equestrian Art.
So just a little about Jerez de la Frontera:
Jerez de la Frontera, usually called Jerez, is a city in southern Spain's Andalusia region. Its old quarter surrounds the Alcázar de Jerez, a Moorish fortress founded in the 11th century. The Royal Andalusia School of Equestrian Art is a famed riding school with horse shows and a carriage museum. The city is also known for flamenco music and sherry production in the so-called Sherry Triangle lying to the west.
No more of that walking 2.8 miles in baking heat. We ordered a taxi to the venue which was the right decision. It only cost us about seven pounds and it was worth every penny.
We traded in our online vouchers for two tickets and made our way in to the venue. We had paid extra for front seats but actually it worked against me because I was faced with a handrail right in front of where I wanted to video.
I don't know what to say about the show. My darling Chef had wanted to see it, and this is as much her trip as mine, and as I got to visit the 'Tio Pepe' Bodegas on our last visit, it was only right that she should get to see this show.
Now for me I take nothing away from the exquisite beauty of the horses and the skill of the riders, but stabbing a horse in the left side with a spur to get it to lift its right leg, and right spur for the right leg, sorry, but I don't approve. I see it as not so different to circus acts involving animals.
There was a bit of formation riding but frankly I've seen it done better by the 'Red Arrows' - and faster.
I did some videoing with my digital camera, but wish now I'd taken my digital video camera which is built to do the job. My poor old camera struggled a bit at times to stay in focus.
I have put together a short video, but I think I will need to return to it at a later date as the editing feature seems to be playing up.
After the show we dragged ourselves around in the sun, though thankfully the temperature has dropped and it's now a comfortable 25C or so.
Finally we'd had enough and after much grief involving a map from the tourist Information Office containing hardly any road names we found the bus /train station and taxi rank. A taxi it was, and we were so pleased to be back 'home'.
After a cold drink I got the toolbox out and ventured in to the gas cylinder locker. I inspected each joint and checked to see if any of them were loose.
I like to tell myself that I found a bit of movement on two of them but anyhow having completed my 'shot in the dark' I have checked the system and there now seems to be no leak.
We are now amending things, and plan to turn the gas on only when it is required for safety reasons, and camp on hook-up sites until we can get a mobile engineer to look at the boiler.
I have always tried to be realistic about how long we would spend motorhoming, I've thought ten years from retirement would be realistic, but after all of our experiences on this trip, and the way I feel right now, I give it another two years maximum, maybe only a year. And when it comes time to make that very difficult decision I will not only remember that night spent up with the windmills, but I will also remember yesterday and today.