Baza, Andalusia

Angela didn't realise she'd set her alarm for 4.45am. Neither did she realise she had Spanish music for a ringtone. She hadn't, and she didn't. A car had pulled up outside the sports centre adjacent to the aire. And the people in it were in party mode. Music so loud you couldn't hear yourself think, let alone sleep. Singing, shouting, smashing glass bottles. Fortunately we weren't the only van on the aire, there was a Spanish couple next to us, otherwise we would have felt more vulnerable. Half an hour in, a second car arrived. Nightmare. Please God don't let there be any more. Angela hoped that around six o'clock clock as the day broke they'd leave. Did they hell. At ten past eight a couple arrived to use the sports centre, then they left.

At nine we got up after a night we don't want to ever repeat. If anyone reads our blog who is thinking of staying at Ontur. Please don't. Before leaving the town we walked down to the church. Today is the end of holy week here and we knew a  procession was going to take place.

The church service had just begun and we didn't linger, keen to leave this awful town and be on our way as we had a two hour, forty five minute drive ahead of us. And that drive took us on really good roads that cut through the rugged limestone mountains. At times it seemed like we were driving through the lake district, and others Scotland. The rain played cat and mouse with us, and the temperature dropped to 9 c. We can't tell you how relieved we were to reach the aire at Baza.

Thankfully there was some space for Margery. The aire is in an enclosed area, and we feel much safer than we do on some. After a very late lunch, and waiting for another rain shower to pass over, we walked into town. 

There were a lot of empty shops and properties, but once we walked a while we found the old town and some interesting buildings.

The clothing and shoe shops fascinated us.They were straight out of the seventies. On the walk back to Margery we came across a small lingerie shop. We were surprised this retail outlet selling stockings, suspenders and underwear really not suited to the climate here, hadn't been driven out of town by the winceyette brigade!