We survived the night in The Badlands. It turned out the frogs were not our only immediate neighbours. Before we retired to bed last night, John stepped outside of Marge. Who was more shocked. The Wild pig accompanied by it's piglet or John?
Around eight thirty this morning we were on our way. We'd stayed the night around three miles from the main road, now to find our way back again. Because it is so hot here it was important we visited the The Bardenas Reales UNESCO Biosphere Reserve this morning. Situated in the semi-desert there would be nowhere to shelter from the sun. It was a wonderful morning.
The scenery fitting for a western. Being so dry, there was a lot of dust. At lunchtime we opened Marge up and the dust had even permeated inside. Marge, you dirty girl. On the way around Bardenas Reales we'd seen a couple in an open top Porsche. It did say no sports cars to drive through, I bet now this couple had taken note. There's probably dust in every crevice. Not sure of the fuel situation in this remote area we stopped to top up. The man who served us told us the temperature is normally 25c at this time of year. That would be perfect. We understand from home that we are now experiencing the same temperatures as the U.K. Not wanting to drive too far this afternoon we found a place half an hour away. It is just off the main road to Madrid on which the lorry drivers have little patience, so it's going to be a little testing for them tomorrow being stuck behind Marge. Our park up is on the outskirts of town on the site of a small former campsite. Toilets and showers are available all for free. The showers have no doors, so Angela opted for a pat down in Marge. John however was unfazed at anyone seeing his full Monty. Angela did however use the toilets. Two had doors that wouldn't shut properly, the third closed and locked. But it wouldn't unlock. 34c outside, a lot more in this small confined space. Now was not the time to play escape room. After much panic and by moving the lock to varying positions she was free. This is the third time since we've left home Angela had had a problem releasing herself from a locked toilet door. Ageing is not for the faint hearted.
