That was a peaceful night, and we were up in good time for a lovely hot shower and our trip to Cadiz on the catamaran.
It's about a thirty minute walk from the campsite to the catamaran terminal, and having made sure we arrived in time to join a queue imagine our delight at getting to the front to be told that they had one catamaran not working and therefore the 10:35 was not sailing. We could either catch the bus that was laid on, or wait for the 11:35. As the whole reason for our little excursion today was to take a ride on the catamaran we elected to wait in the terminal for the additional hour.
There was a delay after the catamaran arrived back from Cadiz as it had to cross the river to refuel. This caused those who had bought tickets to start their manoeuvres. We were the first in the terminal, and I was determined that we wouldn't be the last to get on. We joined almost the front of the queue and as the wait continued it got a bit tense between some of the passengers and many tried to blatantly walk to the front to queue jump.
Anyhow we were away on time and the crossing was pleasant enough, though I did pick the wrong side of the boat to sit making it difficult to get pictures of Cadiz as we approached.
As we entered the harbour there were a couple of navy ships which had a lot of civilians looking over them, so I imagine that as Tuesday is Columbus Day maybe they are having an open day, it certainly looked that way.
So a little about Cadiz:
The home of the Spanish Navy, the port boomed in the 16th-century as a base for exploration and trade. It has more than 100 watchtowers, including the iconic Torre Tavira, which was traditionally used for spotting ships. On the waterfront is the domed, 18th-century Cádiz Cathedral, featuring baroque and neoclassical elements.
We had decided not to drag ourselves around in the heat too much as we have already been here, so made our way through the old town centre and on to the seafront where we had a short walk. That was it, we'd had enough and decided to find somewhere to have a late lunch.
McDonald's it was then, where The Chef can be confident there is no cross-contamination in the kitchen regarding her allergy to shellfish. It filled us up and allowed us to do a bit of people-watching as we sat there.
We then decided to make an effort to catch the 14:10 catamaran back to El Puerto de Santa Maria, the thinking being if that one didn't run then we'd get tickets for the 15:10. Unfortunately in true Spanish style, not only was the 14:10 not running but there wasn't another one until 17:50. The Chef was disappointed but three hours was just too long to wait around. Instead we chose to return on the bus, which surprisingly enough was exactly the same fare, €2.80 for an adult single ticket.
On the journey back I swear we were the only passengers wearing the full seat belts fitted to each seat. Other passengers might have thought that a bit odd, but if they'd known how our luck was running they'd have put theirs on too.
What was annoying was when the bus arrived at the catamaran terminal to drop us off, there was a queue forming for a catamaran sailing to Cadiz, and sure enough soon after we came out of the local Aldi store with some fresh bread the boat sailed, which would have meant it would then be available to make a return crossing from Cadiz at about 15:10.
After a walk back to the campsite in the heat we were glad to get 'home' and put our feet up. WE have new neighbours either side of us. On one side are a young Swiss couple, and on the other an older couple from Slovenia.
Nobody is going to admit to it but I think we are all waiting in anticipation to see if the spare pitches will be occupied by young Spanish families and their brat feral kids this evening, with it being the start of yet another Spanish weekend. Fingers crossed. Tomorrow we are doing chores and chilling out before leaving here on Sunday morning.