Yesterday evening we were amazed at the change in the weather from when we set out from Cape Trafalgar to arriving here at San Luis de Sabinillas. We had left behind blue skies and temperatures of 34-35°C and arrived here only two hours or so later, though granted over the top of some mountains, to fairly cloudy skies, a cool breeze and temperatures ten degrees less. In fact when we decided to go for a walk along the promenade towards town we both put our thin fleeces on.
In 2017, the last time we came here to Camping La Bella Vista, on our last night, rather than mess about cooking we decided to buy a take-way pizza from the campsite restaurant. We waited ages for it. Every time The Chef went up there to collect it she was given another time to come back. Four times in total I think she went up there before finally being given the pizza. Last night rather than prepare a meal we decided to eat at the campsite restaurant. We sat there for ages watching the one female member of staff dashing around, running at times to cope with the demands of customers sitting both inside and out. When she finally came to our table we told her not to bother with the menu, and to save time just bring us with two beef Sunday roasts with all the trimmings and one glass of red wine (The Chef wasn't bothering). I did joke with her by asking if she was also cooking the meals. So in four years the service hasn't improved and we'll not bother going back in there to eat.
Last night, a much cooler one, was spent listening to the sea roll in and crash on to the beach which is spitting distance away. I can think of no better sound to lie in bed and listen to.
This morning we were up in good time to get our showers. The bathroom and laundry facilities here are on the lower ground floor with a sloping path down to it. Air extraction is by air conditioning which may be fine most of the time, but just like the cruise ships during the outbreak of the Covid pandemic, that's what spreads the virus around. Only two or three years ago they had an outbreak of pneumonia here during the winter months, so clearly there is a need for caution here at the moment. When I went down there my face mask was the last thing to come off, and having showered and shaved , was the first thing to go back on again.
I am amazed at how the trees on the campsite have matured over the years. When we first came here in 2014 they were just saplings and the wind blew across the site like crazy. Now it all looks much nicer, and I assume the trees break up the wind.
Currently, as expected we are surrounded by loads of Brits. There are probably more of them here than French, Dutch or German. Many of them are pretty stand offish, and camping these days seems to have gone rather middle class. It's like many campers have cashed in their pensions or done equity release on their properties and gone straight in at the top end with a big expensive motorhome without learning campsite etiquette etc, along the way. They seem to have their noses in the air much of the time ans make no effort to exchange pleasantries. We don't care and don't need their company that's for sure.
The Chef summed up our present location this morning by saying we are no longer really in Spain, and she was right. This stretch of the Spanish Mediterranean coastline, right up to the French border, the Costa del Boy is nothing like the Spain we have experienced for the last five weeks or so. Across the road is a Fish & Chip restaurant and an Indian restaurant, further up the road at the very pleasant Puerto de la Duquesa are Irish bars, Chinese, Indian, Italian, Thai and English restaurants, an English butcher, and where everybody speaks English. It's a bit like a classy Benidorm in miniature.
There are a lot of Brits with holiday homes as well in Puerto de la Duquesa which is understandable since they can fly in here easily using Malaga or the airport at Gibraltar which is only about twenty miles down the road.
Campers like these Brits on the campsite may be motorhomers, but I wouldn't call them 'travellers'. All they've done is drive down here on a modern motorway, parked up then lazed about in the sunshine. Still each to their own.
I took a few pictures while we were out walking to the town this morning. I always find it difficult to know how many pictures to upload. Some guests to the blog may only need a few to give them the taste of a place they may wish to visit, but there are others who may never be able to undertake journeys such as these and gain their pleasure from looking at the photographs and imagine being there themselves.
Lunch today was something a bit different, egg noodles with a sachet of Chinese sauce poured over them, and this evening our fine dining experience is to be a chicken salad.
I have yet to hear back from the Truma Support Team, though they did say it would be in a couple of working days, and who works in Spain?
I did though try the boiler at lunchtime just for the sheer hell of it - and it worked, so I then gradually opened up the gas cylinder to introduce the gas pressure gradually and that seems to have done the trick, but for how long is anybody's guess.