Angela is through the worse of the virus and John seems a lot better today. The last few days have been difficult. We've hardly eaten anything, just snacking, taking paracetamol and drinking lots of fluid. Today we didn't intend to drive too far, but of course that plan went out the window. Our journey took us back along the edge of the Sierra Nevada, the road climbing and then descending into valleys.
Marge didn't know if she was coming or going. Viaducts, tunnels, it was all going on. The drive was long and we desperately wanted to stop, but because of the difficult terrain there was no service area. When at last we came across one, we had to wait for a member of staff to unlock the ladies loo. The picture outside portrayed Angela's distress!
The service area turned out to be a perfect stop. For the first time since leaving home Marge was washed.
It was nice to see the dirt and dust of Morocco disappearing from her. Despite the intense heat we thought we would drive through the area of the Tabernas desert, stopping at a restaurant which had camping at the rear. The camping we didn't fancy, the area however was interesting, the rock formations fantastic. So we drove on to the next town, decided staying there wasn't for us either and in the end found a campsite half an hour away, where we are now. Us, and some bargain loving Brits.
Late evening we walked around the site, stopping to check out the on-site supermarket, garden centre, swimming pool and restaurant. One of the English residents recommended we stay here until Sunday, when a, 'cracking' Sunday lunch is served. Sadly, tomorrow we must be away. As friendly as the campsite is, we are struggling to understand why people would want to live here as it is in the middle of nowhere. But who are we to judge?
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