Day 10, 13th August, down to Cadiz.
13.08.2012 - 13.08.2012 29 °C
Up before everyone we crack on as we have the big drive today. By 9.15am we are off. Sat nag isn't though. She has had a complete fit and shows us nothing but a white screen of doom; she needs to be left alone to cool off. Once she comes round she agrees we are going in the right direction. She's obviously in a bad mood as she sends us on a few fools errands. Sensing we are about to throw her out the window she starts to behave herself.
Mum and Dad have arrived safely and agree the pitch although near their hotel is no good so we continue the drive on to Cadiz.
Along the way we drive over the longest bridge we've ever seen. Over seven miles at least. It must have been a good eight minute drive.
Emergency! Major catastrophe. The trip may end right here. Dan has finished the Dolly mixtures off and I can't find another bag. Need to break the news gently as he's driving and I don't want this trip to end as a heading in the local paper. Tensions are high as I know I only have one bag of scampi fries left. I just need to know it's there so it will probably last until home. The kids are doing well as Haribo seems to be widely available. As is Red bull?
Once again we are in Spain. We don't know if our pass will cover us for the elctro tolls in Portugal and we were unable to find anyone to help. The tolls were very high for this part of the trip, one section alone was nearly forty euros. Ouch.
After nine hours we arrive at our site to find no spaces and they don't allow dogs in high season. Should of taken the fact we have been unable to call them all day as a sign. Not wishing this late in the day to repeat this we phone round and eventually find a site willing to take dogs. Slight detour of over twenty minutes going back on ourselves finds us at Camp Roche. A friendly site where we find a quiet pitch out of the way. I'll tell you why it was quieter later.
Dan sets up camp while the kids and I forage for food; i.e hunt for the cafe. Shop and restaurant found I manage to order the food to take away in my broken Spanish. Their English is as good as my Spanish so after being mistaken for German we then settle into guess what the other is saying.
We let Mum and Dad have the new co-ordinates and then settle in for the night. While eating we do notice a slight smell. Bein' from the country it was not one we had not smelled before. A huge cowshed was just over the wall from us. Then the night orchestra began. Cows mooing, donkies braying, chickens clucking, and the dogs. Apparently dogs can hold a good conversation over miles and have several members involved. Bodhi hasn't settled to well as so much animal chat is going on. We debate about moving tomorrow but decide that this is only a base as we have plans to go out and about with Mum and Dad. So off to sleep we go, kind of!