Showing posts with label Camping Valle Niza. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Camping Valle Niza. Show all posts

Saturday, 30 May 2026

Camping Valle Niza, Benajarafe, Costa del Sol

It's supposed to be all about the journey not the destination.Sadly Angela doesn't agree. We have now been away two weeks and apart from our two night stay at La Flotte on the Ile de Re during our first week away, we just seem to be driving in hot uncomfortable conditions. Last night was once again been warm and uncomfortable. Despite being on the edge of Granada it was lovely and quiet, but Angela couldn't sleep, she felt sick and the cramp in her legs and ankles was unbearable. Each day we are drinking copious amounts of fluid to stay hydrated. So John decided we'd head to the coast and stay on a campsite for a couple of nights. Of course we didn't factor in that it was a glorious weekend and that the Spanish might want to do the same. As Marge tore up the miles breezing along through the Sierra Nevada national park, the views of the mountains, dams, viaducts and bridges were a welcome interest.



Towards the coast the road veered downward, Marge loved it, at last no more struggling up hills getting a little heated, and her warning lights have disappeared after the dust was finally blown from the ABS sensors in her wheels. The campsite seemed O.K. but the three spaces we were offered a choice of at the cheaper price of twenty five euros were sub standard. One by the washing up area, another by a caged parrot who had much to say, albeit in Spanish. And yes, said parrot, we know swearing in whatever language. So we drove on failing to find anywhere, becoming more and disheartened.

Pulling over to the side of the road Angela noticed we were parked outside a campsite opposite a beach. She went in, made enquiries and all was well. We were able to choose our pitch and all for £21.00!

We will probably stay here again tomorrow night as well. The site is busy with Spanish, but the lady at reception told Angela most of them will leave tomorrow. We are now less than twenty miles from Malaga, and just over a hundred from Algecires where we will board a ferry to Morocco. So tomorrow apart from a welcome walk on the beach plans need to be finalised for Morocco.