Day 30 Almunecar

A short hop over to Almunecar over a windy coastal road. On arrival at the closest campsite to town we were a bit disheartened as it looked like a ramshackle place. However, it just turns out to be a bit rustic and 'home-made' with lots of quirky bits. Walked down into town to the front, 15 minutes and had a beer on the beach with the obligatory tapas -olives and tortilla. Off to find the old town, getting a little lost, but got to the castle at the top, then heard a hubbub around a bar in a side street serving lots of fish tapas. Helen hustled in and wasn't sure she'd ordered correctly when a hot plate of whitebait arrived. Turns out this was just the tapas to go with the beer, as she was shouted at to get the prawns she'd ordered. What a find! Back via a beach bar where we bumped into some Scots staying at our site who are experienced motorhomers. Back to base via another cheap locals bar where we had beers, wine, large G and T and more tapas, for a tenner!Læs mere