Can't get to the toilets or showers because “A river runs through it”, and I'm sure I saw Brad Pitt lurking in the shadows somewhere. Yep, due to the efficient (not) Spanish drains, or lack off, the road that separates us from the “amenities” is now a small tributary of the river Anderex in Almeria.
Tricia tried to make it with a rope tied around her middle but had to be pulled back to safety as bits of a life raft sailed past. She is now using our “on board” amenities, no pictures sorry, so I will probably have to fill up the water tank later today. Why I did not attach a collecting device to the water input I do not know, as it would certainly be full most of the time.
I have included a couple of pictures from the Food festival at Guardamar as I forgot to include them in the last post. One is of the belly dancers braving the cold and the other is of a Spanish guy trying to learn the bagpipes from a Scotsman. Now bagpipes played expertly are to my mind pretty dreadful but played not expertly are very dreadful, but not as bad as an accordion mind you. I've always imagined if when you leave this mortal world and you did not make it to “upstairs”, Satan would be standing at the entrance to his kingdom and saying “Welcome to Hell old Son, here's your accordion”.
The PWC (Pussy Whipped Club) is now a thing of the past as there is no hot water supply at the washing up block? As we are paying a standard charge for electricity (€3.18/day for 10A, if you plan to stay 60 days) it's easier to use our electric water heater in the kitchen. I do miss the chats with the girls though, sometimes it felt like a scene out of “What Women want”, although I am a bit taller than Mel Gibson.
Funny the spell checker didn't like Brad Pitt but was happy with Mel?
So today looks like a trip to the Grand Mall, a couple of miles down the road as it is indoors and 'er indoors wants to look round a bit. She hasn't told me what she may be looking for exactly, that's going to be my “surprise”. We were going to go to the local Thursday market to get our vegetables and such but as you probably needed a 26' Moody to get there, we ruled it out. Lidl it's going to be again and as I'm down to my last half gallon of red wine, just as well.
I am also coming up to that certain age when I can claim winter fuel allowance so I've got to put in for that soon, just got to figure how to do it, £250/year not to be missed, you know.
As you can see I'm a busy little thing, how the hell I actually did any of this and worked full time I do not know, how do you guys do it? Then again our favourite saying. “Procrastination, why put off something today when you can also put it off tomorrow”.
Been to the Grand Plaza, got lots of things but not the vegetables we had originally gone for as SWMBO had not weighed them correctly and the girl at the cash desk told her in so many Spanish words what a tosser she was. So it's off to Mercadona on the bikes tomorrow.
It turns out that we get the pitch for free so it works out that if we stay for two months it will be about €12,5 per night inc. electricity, which is pretty good. Two months is about right to really explore a place before moving on and/or getting bored with the area. Looks like we will have to give Seville a miss though as no local camp sites can take the size of the rig.
5th February and wash day again!
Because we are not using the PWC the tanks are filling up more quickly and the fresh water is not keeping up. So I've had to empty the 50 litre waste hog six times already, trailing it up to the toilet and back is putting my bloody back out. Now I've filled the fresh tank twice and with her using the twin tub washing machine like a whirling dervish on drugs I can hardly keep up. She really has this thing about washing and general cleanliness, I mean I can use a towel for weeks, she needs to wash the bloody things every few days! Look, I go to the shower, get washed and then dry myself on the towel, how does it get dirty then. I've just washed! I haven't then ran naked through the camp site kicking up dust, diving on the ground and shouting “Anyone want to park their bike in the crack of my arse!” have I? (Just ruined a perfectly good joke I had planned to use later, damn!)
No I haven't so how come the towel gets dirty, beats me? She also washes tea towels as regularly, why? Same logic there isn't it? OK socks, maybe even underpants, I'll give you that, I mean wear them for a few days, stretch to a week maybe and yes, probably need a quick rub through. I just leave her to her own devices, keeps the shouting down and she is content.
Evenings are being dedicated to watching the History of Great Britain by Simon Schama and it's pretty good except he deals mainly with the succession of kings and queens, the Spanish Armada gets barely a mention in passing. Still both my and SWMBO's early schooling was not up to much and the history lessons just got in the way of football as far as I was concerned.If any of the above helps to cheer up Z's missus, all to the good.
The dreaded toilet block, see next to that cone, that's where you empty your waste stuff, nice isn't it?
You Sir, are a Gentleman. :-)
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