The alarm went off at 7.30am. I had decided we were to have a short journey today as we had some time to spare and park up early before 2pm and then do one of the recommended Repsol Tours gleaned from the 20euro Spanish Repsol Guide we bought some months ago. (Repsol is to Spain as Shell BP to UK). We were packed up by 9.30, paid and on the way by 10.00 to Valencia. Fantastic. We gad a really good run, lorries were banned from the motorway from 9am til 2pm for some reason. We got to the turning to the site at 1.15pm so expected to be sorted well before 2.00. The directions said leave the motorway dir Pucol and then take Dir Pya Pucol. Couldn't see a sign Pya Pucol. There was one to El Puis. We drove there I don't know why, but found no campsite signs. I stopped in a layby and an Englishman, obviously now local pulled up beside us and asked if he could help. Wow! could he. We followed him to a local garage who explained to him the camp site we were looking for and he got directions. We followed him the 10km back to Pucol Playa doesn't it just make you sick. We thanked him and he said he thought we might be trying to find Valencia and he wanted to make sure we didn't go through the city, but use the motorway to by-pass it. I said I had already had the experience of pulling the monster through Barcelona! He said Barcelona is easy it has 5 lanes!! We parted on a grateful note.
There are two camp sites here one looks nice 4 star office open, but doesn't take dogs. The other 2 star office closed from 2-5pm. It is now 2.15 after our diversion. They take dogs. We looked round the outside. The pool had been emptied the chalets looked deserted, the whole place was scary to be honest. We decided we should adopt plan 2 and abandon our research into the origins of Tiger Milk. ( Check the Web)
We headed back to the motorway and headed south. There are two motorways. One takes you through the centre of Valencia and the other slightly further out takes you round Valencia. You don't need me to tell you which one we found first do you??
It is Friday afternoon and the siesta has not quite finished, the delivery vans seem to have finished so we are really quite lucky that our visit to the centre of Valencia is not as crowded or frenetic as it could have been . For once Trixy did her job well and it was really not as scary as we expected. Well there were a few ooh! Aah!'s from Nicky when her eyes were open and even Sophie stopped breathing heavily at times.
We ended up in a camp at Campello between Benidorm and Alicante. It is a nice camp, but the 60 sq m site is a bit small. The weather is now certainly cooler and two blankets are required. We went to the bar, with Sophie and lo! and behold another English family were there! The teen-age girl took a fancy to Sophie and Sophie took a fancy to the swimming pool and the lads jumping in. All unrequited I have to say. The young lady warned us against the steak on the menu, but being hungry and a bit arrogant we tried it. She was right it was not that good. I had a good reception on Yoigo at last ( this is a pay as you go internet connection in Spain) ( pretty useless until today) .
We're right on the rail line between us and the beach again , but here the wheels must be rubber because they are so quiet.
There are two camp sites here one looks nice 4 star office open, but doesn't take dogs. The other 2 star office closed from 2-5pm. It is now 2.15 after our diversion. They take dogs. We looked round the outside. The pool had been emptied the chalets looked deserted, the whole place was scary to be honest. We decided we should adopt plan 2 and abandon our research into the origins of Tiger Milk. ( Check the Web)
We headed back to the motorway and headed south. There are two motorways. One takes you through the centre of Valencia and the other slightly further out takes you round Valencia. You don't need me to tell you which one we found first do you??
It is Friday afternoon and the siesta has not quite finished, the delivery vans seem to have finished so we are really quite lucky that our visit to the centre of Valencia is not as crowded or frenetic as it could have been . For once Trixy did her job well and it was really not as scary as we expected. Well there were a few ooh! Aah!'s from Nicky when her eyes were open and even Sophie stopped breathing heavily at times.
We ended up in a camp at Campello between Benidorm and Alicante. It is a nice camp, but the 60 sq m site is a bit small. The weather is now certainly cooler and two blankets are required. We went to the bar, with Sophie and lo! and behold another English family were there! The teen-age girl took a fancy to Sophie and Sophie took a fancy to the swimming pool and the lads jumping in. All unrequited I have to say. The young lady warned us against the steak on the menu, but being hungry and a bit arrogant we tried it. She was right it was not that good. I had a good reception on Yoigo at last ( this is a pay as you go internet connection in Spain) ( pretty useless until today) .
We're right on the rail line between us and the beach again , but here the wheels must be rubber because they are so quiet.
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