'This year we're off to sunny Spain'. Well not yesterday. The day started with a thunderstorm and ended with a another. But this morning all was calm, and normal service had resumed. Wall to wall sunshine. We were up at seven once again, to be organized and ready for the coach into Barcelona, complete with our Bromptons bicycles.
It was going to be an interesting day as we would have to take the metro and then the funicular railway up Montjuic. Fortunately the coach dropped us within a five minute walk of the railway station. We of course went to the wrong station first and ended having to ask for assistance from a station official and then a police officer.
Talking of policemen or women, let us digress for a minute. Why, when we're in England do we have hardly any police on the streets. In Europe their is a visible police presence everywhere, and it makes a difference. It's a no brainer. Back to our day. Once at the station, asking for assistance to purchase tickets we bordered a train, only to realise we needed to hop off a few stops on to then change onto the funicular railway.
All went smoothly and we arrived at the top of Montjuic. Yes at the top. The route we were going to cycle, Carretera De Les Aigues was further down the mountain. So we began our descent down a serious of paths and steps, which isn't easy with a bicycle. Eventually on the right path we cycled around the mountain, the path a little sketchy for our small sixteen inch bicycle wheels.
The views though were amazing. We could see the whole of Barcelona, and right down the coast.The hi-light being able to see the Sagrada Familia. Gaudi's cathedral.
This evening we are very tired. A final walk around the campsite, stopping to talk with an Englishman with a 110 Landrover, before winding in Margery's awning.
Tomorrow we will leave Camping Barcelona and drive further south. Not sure where yet, but hopefully somewhere quiet. As in England it is school holidays in Europe. And if there's one thing that annoys John it's noisy kids in his hearing aids, especially those with footballs. The German man in front of us tops the kids though. He shouts all the time through the window to his wife who rarely leaves the motorhome, whilst his kids are outside pouring hot water on the ants as instructed by their father. Always something to entertain and shock on a campsite.
No comments:
Post a Comment