Le Castellas

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  • Day8

    Öö Vahemere ääres

    July 4, 2019 in France ⋅ 🌙 24 °C

    Algne plaan oli tegelt natuke keskele poole, mägede vahele minna, aga tappev kuumus ja mägiteede väsimus pani meid ümber mõtlema ja otsustasime mööda kiirteed (et autol oleks mingigi jahutus) vahemere äärde sõita. Sellest saab ühtlasi meie reisi kõige lõunapoolsem punkt.

    Kohale jõudes läks meil omajagu aega, et leida kämping kuhu telgiga saab jääda ja ega seda siin suvalt ka kuhugi panna pole. Lõpuks ühe leidsime, kuid imelik on, et siin pidi id-kaardi panti andma ööseks. Äärmiselt imelik ja kui ma ei eksi siis lausa illegaalne - selliseid dokumente ei tohi suvaliste valdusse anda. Kahjuks lõuna Prantsusmaa ongi kahtlane ja mitte euroopalik ning siin valikut pole kui magada tahad.

    Panime ruttu telgi ülesse ja läksime ujuma. Üllatuseks oli Vahemeri vesi äärmiselt soe. Me pole veel nii soojas ja soolases vees ujunudki see aasta!
    Tegime endale ka rikkaliku õhtusöögi.
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  • Day5

    Tag 5 .. Saint Tropez nach Montpellier

    September 11, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    Nach einer tollen Feier am Strand von Saint-Tropez sind heute früh leicht verkartert ging durch die Provence, anschließend mit Umwegen in die Carmague bis hinter Montpellier......morgen gehts Richtung Andorra 🇦🇩Read more

  • Day6

    Immer wieder schön....

    April 2, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    Nach 3 schönen Tagen in Isle mit Fahrradtouren ( auf den Spuren von Peter Mayle ) Entspannen und Stadtbummel sind wir heute auf " unserem" Stellplatz in Sete/Marsellan Plage angekommen. Als Zwischenstop begeisterte uns die antike Stadt Arles.
    Das Wetter war sehr angenehm, noch...
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  • Day13

    Durch den Süden Richtung Atlantikküste

    July 13, 2020 in France ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    Heute verlassen wir den rießen Campingplatz, das Abenteuer geht weiter.
    Gestern Abend legten wir die Entscheidung fest, ob wir über die Côte d‘Azure, nach Italien und über Österreich unsere Camperreise enden lassen.
    Oder ob wir den weiten Weg an die Atlantikküste wagen. Was auch eine lange Rückfahrt durch das Landesinneren bedeuten würde.

    Wir schoben die Entscheidung nun bis jetzt raus, aber jetzt wollte sie getroffen werden.

    Wir wagen es... wir wollen Atlantikluft schnuppern und sehen, was Frankreich für uns bereithält.

    Somit... tschüss du nettes Plätzchen!!

    Die Fahrt lief besser als gedacht! Lia gab uns zwei Schlafpausen, um die 3:45 Std Fahrt hinter uns zu bringen.

    Unser neues Nachtlager sah auf Anhieb ganz gut aus. Der Campingplatz machte einen sauberen Eindruck und die Nähe zum Strand war sicher nicht verkehrt.
    Abends, nach einer Spazierfahrtrunde durch Passagen war uns klar, dass wir hier sicher keine weitere Nacht bleiben wollen.

    Jedes Restaurant und die gesamte Kulisse ähnelte einem Volksfest ähnlichem Niveau.
    Blinklichter, laute Musik, Touri-Läden, Souvenirshops, ..., alles was für uns eher abschreckend und ausladend erscheint.

    Also planen wir lieber unsere Weiterfahrt nach Toulouse.
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  • Day82

    Camargue Wildlife to Marseillian Plage

    June 21, 2019 in France ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    We aim to make it at least to the Camargue region today, although we hear the mossies are pretty bad and we’ve already been bitten quite a bit, so we are not looking forward to more around the marshy lands.

    We are not quite sure where we’re heading when we get here but the area is known for its beautiful white horses, black bulls and the main attraction for us, pink flamingos.

    As we drive down through the nature reserve we immediately see the black bulls and white horses (the oldest breed in the world, and a brilliant white - used by cowboys to herd the black bulls) in the fields besides the wetlands, and then as we tell the children to keep their eyes open, we see two flamingos in the water beside the road - so now we know we’re on the right track. There is a large bird park with miles of trails around the marshy fields of the nature reserve so after a quick drive around the seaside town of Sainte Marie De La Mer, we head into the park.

    Amelia is excited as she has her very own flamingo to show to the real ones! As soon as we get into the park, we are greeted by huge flocks of beautiful pink flamingos, along with huge herons, ducks and many other bird species (of which I couldn’t name!). As we walk around the lakes and marsh land with boardwalks in every direction, the views get better, and we get closer views of the birds, we are amazed as they stretch out their wings at how colourful they are - apparently more pink in the winter - and not because they eat pink shrimp, this is a flamingo myth!

    We decide to take the shorter route round as the children are both melting and satisfied that we’ve seen hundreds of flamingos already. As we turn around to make our way out, we cross a little bridge where a couple are stopped looking at something. A really friendly, tame otter looking species - we are not convinced it’s an otter, though it’s definitely not a beaver. He gives us a wonderful show ducking and diving, Coen shouting ‘doggie’ at it (we can tell it definitely isn’t one of those!), and then swims under the bridge that we are stood on and stops the other side and finds the greenery from the bottom of the river bed to eat (which is vey cute with his little hands holding the clumps of algae) before swimming off to take cover amongst some branches. On the way out we see some info boards and find it was a Koypu, which we’ve never seen before, let alone so close up.

    As we’ve made good time getting down here and seeing the flamingos, we decide to crack on and get to the beach where we will stop for a few days, so stock up on more snacks and head to Marseillian plage - where the campsites all line up along the beach. Time to relax (again!)...

    We drive through this tourist hot spot past a long row of campsites lining both sides of the road.

    We are lucky to find a non sandy space at the campsite, almost all the free spots we see would be sinking territory for us - weekends are getting busier as the high season is almost in full swing and each week is now holiday time for a different region in Germany - will we have to leave our ‘where the wind blows’ ways and start booking or can we wing it for a little longer?!

    Our pitch is opposite the big, tall play park/outdoor wooden soft play-type structure, Nic describes this one as a bit like caving after he goes in to help Coen get up to the top to go down the slides, we both have a go but it tests our flexibility (and claustrophobia), so we leave it to Amelia to help him from there on.

    We check out the beach with beautiful, calm sea and the big pool area with slides and splash parks, and spend the next couple of days enjoying this: mornings at the beach, afternoons at the pool. The sea is nice and shallow and calm so the children can wander in safely. The pool has some great slides for us to play on and a sloping pool which is great for Coen’s confidence! There is a pool that is not heated which is fun to dip in like a plunge pool and then back into the warmth of the other pool!

    There is lots going on at this site, a full entertainment programme, which although we avoid as nights are already late enough - we still hear from our spot late into the night as the DJ sets boom through the campsite. Amelia does enjoy watching rehearsals and dance lessons on the big stage in the daytime and joins in when it gets to Greatest Showman, but it does make it all a little noisy for us.

    As there is a little town, we have a walk to the shops and cafes, but either it’s siesta time or limited Sunday hours as the shops seem to all be closed. Apart from one that has the feet eating fish...Sarah gives it a go and after the initial shock that it might actually be a form of torture as the nibbling tickles her so much, they seem pleased with their new food but only really go for the easy morsels rather than the really tough bits that she wants them to she comes out with feet looking pretty much the same.

    After a few days, we decide to head a bit further down this coast to find a quieter site, it’s set to be pretty warm so we need to be as close to the sea as possible!
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  • Day2

    Marseillan Plage - 1092 km m Stück

    December 17, 2016 in France ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

    16:30 Ankunft in Marseillian - 1093 km gefahren - 14 Grad, Sonne

    Ann: nach einer langen Fahrt sind wir hier im Süden Frankreichs gut angekommen. Super Sonnenuntergang gesehen macht Meer Spaß. Der Weihnachtsmarkt war toll, ich wusste gar nicht, das es sowas in Frankreich überhaupt gibt. Aber wie bei uns Hauptsache freissi, fressi und saufi, saufi. Jetzt geht es erstmal ausschlafen....machts gut😉

    Joachim: Gute Fahrt, stellenweise immer Nebel bei 0-5 Grad. Um 16:30 in Marseillan-Plage angekommen. Super Sonnenuntergang am Strand, dann auf den Weihnachtsmarkt. Größer kann der Kontrast nicht sein
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  • Day11

    Bei Agde

    March 5, 2020 in France ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    Eigentlich ist hier alles auf Tourismus ausgelegt: es gibt viele Souvenirläden Flaniermeilen und Restaurants. Allerdings ist fast alles geschlossen und das zurecht! Vom Klima her fühlen wir uns wie in Bochum. Erneutes Fazit: hier braucht man nicht im März hinzufahren!Read more

  • Day808

    Italy, Provence, Deb's visit & nudists

    August 22, 2019 in France ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    We found the sun by heading south, past Milan and Turin, at the Italian seaside town of Albenga where Antonio and Maria-Grazie welcomed us at their agriturismo (private land with basic camping facilities). We explored the old town on foot and then further a field on the bike. We were the only Brits staying but the other Italian campers made us very welcome and invited us to join them for a Saturday night pizza party. We had a great few days, practised our Italian, we're given a bottle of local wine and a chilli plant and were then made a great offer by the owners to return for a month next year!

    From there we took the toll motorway, rather than the twisty coast road, across the French Riviera, and €70 later arrived in the Petit Luberon hills in Provence. At the end of August, the summer holidays were virtually over and the campsite had plenty of space and a lovely pool to cool down in. This part of France, just north of Aix-en-Provence is real Provence famous for its fields of lavender, wine and olives. We had the roads to ourselves as we circumnavigated Le Petit Luberon, riding through sleepy villages of terracotta tiled houses surrounded by grapevines dripping with bunches of grapes ready for harvesting. This was an area of France that we hadn't visited previously but one which we would return to. We couldn't stay longer as we had a rendezvous in Montpellier with Debra, one of Sandra's sisters, who was joining us for a week. So we headed to Palavas-les-Flot, as close as we could get to the airport.

    The next morning, we headed over to Charlemagne campsite in Marseillan Plage, our home for the following week. The site had every facility and a full entertainment programme that we made full use of including aqua gym, modern jazz dance lessons, archery, body strengthening (only Deb did this!), water slide, and nightly evening entertainment. The miles long sandy beach was just across the road and made for a great beach walk lapping the Mediterranean sea. We visited the market and bought olives, sausisson and wine, cooked al fresco and dined out locally all with lots of laughs. On the last day we took the train in to Montpellier from where Deb flew back to the UK and enjoyed a delicious lunch in the sunshine of a pretty square before we said our goodbyes for a while.

    A couple of days later Chris and I did the beach walk again but this time in the opposite direction. Within a couple of hundred metres, we noticed that there were a few nudists on the beach. A couple of hundred metres later and we realised that we were in the middle of, what we later found out was, the world's largest nudist colony! We weren't bothered but tried to act cool and nonchalant as we walked along the shoreline knowing that we had to do the whole thing in reverse. We saw every shape, size and age during our walk and Deb was very disappointed that when we were together, we had turned left instead of right on the beach, when we told her about it!
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