Mojacar

This morning, the vans all moved to the parking area on the seafront alongside the small fishing boats. Buckets, mops and sponges were set to work to wash away the coating of salt and sand from yesterdays wind. Marge now looks much more presentable.

At the beach shower, the washing of clothes was taking place. Some of our European neighbours gave off an odour that suggested a little body washing wouldn't go amiss. There's no excuse for body odour, when you have a shower in your van. Please use it! The French lady in the van next to us, spent two hours cleaning the inside and outside of her van. Perhaps she could give her fellow countryman a top and tail.

By the time we'd showered, washed Marge and our clothes it was virtually lunchtime. We took a walk out along the beach through the fisherman's area.

We were impressed by the use of old doors to create fisherman's huts. Recycling at its best!

Mid afternoon we set off. First to find a service area where we could off load all Marge's waste, the toilet especially, as it was at overflowing point, something you don't want happening!

Our drive to our overnight stop took us through the Cabo de Gata-Nijar national park. Fantastic views for John, as the road wound its way through the mountains. Not so for Angela. The sight of a bus on the wrong side of the white line on a hairpin bend, is not one you want to experience very often. Thank god the toilet was empty! Marge of course took it all in her stride.

We stopped at a viewpoint car park to photograph the road we'd just come up, and back along the coast. It was all very beautiful, and not as scary as the photographs look.

Arriving at tonight's chosen overnight spot, Angela was not happy about staying, so we moved on to see where other vans sere parked.

We are now right by the beach at Mojacar. There is an English van and two Spanish vans here with us, despite a notice saying no vehicles over five metres long. We have seen the Guardia Civil, (police), drive by twice and they don't seem bothered. We think at this time of year, there are so few people about, that they turn a blind eye to the vans. Before dinner, we walked out to see what was happening locally. Right across the road from us, we discovered a ferreteria, (hardware shop). Our camping gas cylinder ran out this morning, so we need to replace our spare one. The shop couldn't been more conveniently situated. Also, John would like to sort out Marge's leaky plumbing. So tomorrow we will return to the shop and buy gas, and hopefully items to cure Marge.

Whilst we were eating our dinner this evening, Angela noticed a bright orange light on the horizon. To our surprise the moon was rising. Quite quickly it rose into the sky, losing its blood red colour and turning to the bright silvery moon you'd expect. At this moment, it is shining down on us, keeping a watchful eye. We can't describe how stunning it is.