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  • Day16

    No way back.

    February 9 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 12 °C

    Last message from this side.
    We boarded the ship.
    What a different world already.
    Lieske caught many eye's, so also from the Guardia Civil. This time they waved us out of the row and had a good look at al the numbers (vin) and had some difficulty believing a "credit card" equals car papers.
    But Lieske blinked and shined, so who could resist. Although it took some time.
    Even the custom officer removed his anti-corona appliance to compliment us with our beauty.
    Tears in my eyes.
    We made the ship. Thinking of the struggle of my brother, my love at home, the things going to happen.
    The ship should have left already. But loading it takes its time.
    We confiscated our seats. 7 hours on the Mediterranean.
    So I hope we can relax and arrive safely in Algeria.

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  • Day14

    Preparation for the big jump

    February 7 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C

    Yesterday as we arrived we did our washing and had a shower.
    So today we could go to "discover" Almeria.
    Due to roadworks, -They love roadworks in Spain- there is no bus.
    We could pay the guy from the restaurant who is an alternative taxi, but hey. We are Dutch!
    So we walked. 5km. Over the main road. Probably safer than cycling. We see them coming!.
    We made it into town, but did not stay long.
    At first we checked were the ferry entrance was for Oran. So we have less trouble finding that on Sunday morning.
    We went for a sandwich vegetal at El Gato Negro. Never had such gorgeous tasty sandwich before! Might go there again tomorrow. ;)
    After this feast, we went to visit the chatedral of Almeria. A beautiful place. Build as A fortres to withstand the forces from abroad. Seen some holyman making bunnies on the wall.
    We also wanted to visit the alcazaba and the Andalusia Center of photography. But we saved them for tomorrow.
    And 5km back...

    As tomorrow we probably leave this campsite, La Garoffa, one of the oldest camping in Spain, to go and stand on a parking next to the ferry. Who wants to be late for Afrika?
    Tonight we will have diner at the restaurant, and I will drink my last beer.

    Now. Maybe we go and wash Nika's hair. Because the showers here are salt water, and her hair looks now a bit..hmmm. let's say funny.

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  • Day15

    Last night Europe.

    February 8 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    Nervous as hell. All day.
    We parked Lieske at the harbour. Tomorrow morning we sail for Oran. But first I have to get the tickets in the morning.
    It's quite busy. Many travellers, with cars twice as high due to their top load.
    We are lucky ones. We can leave. Go into the city of Almeria and enjoy the last day in Europe.
    We did what we wanted to do yesterday.
    Visit the Andalusia photography gallery, with beautiful black and white photographs from the 1960 Spain.
    We spent quite some time in the alcazaba de Almeria. Wich offers great views of the city.
    Naturally I could not bear to leave Lieske too long alone. So we had to go back to visit her.
    As we checked her state, we were ready for a nice diner at a Moroccan restaurant.
    It was not as good as we hoped, but we enjoyed it anyway.
    Now I have to go and pee, again.
    I am so nervous.
    We sail for Africa!

    (Might be silent tomorrow, due to no internet access. But I will do my best)
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  • Day37


    June 14, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 21 °C

    Wir sind an einem wunderschönen Campingplatz kurz hinter Almeria. Der Platz hat eine eigene Bucht, also einen super Strand. Mit dem Bus ging es heute nach "Almeria". Über die Kathedrale ging es zur Alcazaba, eine alte Festung der Mauren. Danach wollten wir noch die unterirdischen Bunker-Tunnel des Bürgerkriegs anschauen, leider waren schon alle Tickets für den Tag ausverkauft. Nach einer kleinen Shoppingtour geht es wieder zurück zum Platz. Alles in einem ist Almeria ein nettes Städtchen zum durchschländern, mehr aber nicht.Read more

  • Day5

    In Almeria

    April 12, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    The flights were all fine but i didn’t sleep. So I’m really glad I could get a few hours shuteye in the Madrid airport in the Iberia lounge’s sleeping room. A row of comfortable partitioned beds, very comfy. Much appreciated, maybe even more than the excellent coffee!

    I met another peregrino on the flight to Almeria. When we got to town we headed straight for the cathedral where we got our first stamp. And then Joe found the first arrow and hit the road. He’s walking 15 k to Rioja. I was tempted but there are people coming in for a get together tomorrow and I don’t want to miss it.

    So I climbed up and around the 9-10 C moorish castle, explored the old town a bit and at 6 pm met up with Clare. We spent more than an hour getting cards for our phones. It was complicated, but I now have a Spanish phone number. By then i was starting to fade, so I headed back to my little basic pension and picked up a takeout salad that looks pretty good. And as soon as I eat it, I will hit the hay. Not sure what I’m going to do tomorrow, except that I know that I will be joining with about 6 others who are arriving to walk. We are going to have a tour of some underground shelters built here during the Spanish Civil War.
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  • Day7

    Civil War Shelters

    April 14, 2018 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 9 °C

    The Spanish Civil War is one of those wars that is wrapped in mystique — it is still the subject of public debate, and a lot of its wounds are still close to the surface. As the last city in Spain to surrender (two days before the end of the Civil War), Almeria has monuments to the resistance in several places.

    Almería has a 4 km web of bomb shelters built after the Germans bombed Almeria in 1937 in retaliation for the Republicans attack on a German warship that was on the mediterranean coast. The town mobilized and built these underground shelters (500 workers and thousands of local volunteers over 14 months). They had been closed off until a few years ago. The regional government has opened them for visits.

    A member of our Mozárabe group who lives in Spain was kind enough to buy us tickets ahead of time. These tours routinely sell out, and now that I’ve been through I understand why.

    It was fascinating —a video explaining the history and with interviews of survivors, followed by a tour through the underground tunnels. More than 30,000 routinely took shelter there, and as you might imagine the memories of the survivors were still vivid. The hospital room was still in tact, and the guide told us that fortunately that room’s primary function turned out to be to deliver babies of the many women who went into labor during the bombings. Graffiti on the walls is preserved, and the entrances to the shelters remain hidden in kiosks up and down one of the main avenues.

    Enough history for now, I’m off to walk!!!
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  • Day6

    Warm-up day to Rioja

    April 13, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    After an interrupted 11hours of sound sleep, and upon some sensible reflection, I decided it would be really silly to walk 38 km on my first day. I enjoy those distances, but probably not on the first day. So I decided to walk 15 km out to a little town on the Camino and take a bus back to Almeria. Then tomorrow, it will only be 23 km to the albergue in Alboloduy.

    So at a little after 9, I went down to the cathedral to start walking. There I met Nina, another peregrina, from Denmark. She will start tomorrow. On the way out of town, I met Veronica, a member of the local association, with whom I have corresponded. She was waiting at a bus stop to take her daughter to the doctor. Magical encounters like this abound on the camino.

    The walk today was a typical first day walk out of a city. Lots of asphalt, through commercial areas, until about halfway. Then the arrows (which are excellent by the way) then took me to a stony dry riverbed. Not exactly a scenic highlight but it took me to Rioja and the bus stop. Santiago must have been looking out for me because a bus back to Almeria arrived exactly four minutes later.

    After another visit to the castle with my Norte pals, we Took a tour of the Civil War shelters. That was really something. In a span of 14 months,500 Almeria citizens built 4 km of tunnels,where more than 30,000 people could go to escape the Nazi and Franco army bombings. Almería was the last province to surrender to Franco, and today it is certainly a badge of honor.

    Then a great meet up with the Mozárabe folks anda bunch of wonderful folks I had never met in person, a few wines in a bar, and we are ready to go tomorrow!
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  • Day52

    Semaine 8

    December 17, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    17/12/2019 : Semaine 8
    1835 km
    Almería (Espagne - Andalousie)

    Grosse semaine pleine de plein de choses. On a vu une mer se faire de plus en plus belle. On a vu des levers et coucher de soleil sur la mer dans une même journée. On a vu des roches de toutes les couleurs et de formes que seule dame nature est capable d'imaginer. On a vu quelques animaux. On a vu pas mal de kilomètres et de dénivelé. On a vu pleins de plages de toutes les sortes, de sable et de rochers. On a vu des insectes dont la nature reste à identifier. On a vu une pointe de vitesse à 70 km/h. On a vu la pleine lune. On a vu plus de palmiers que d'oranger ! On a vu des arbres de taille et forme inconcevable. On a vu le vent. On a vu la pluie, un peu seulement. (une première depuis 13 jours). On a vu de français à vélo, 9 d'un coup. On a vu l'entrée en Andalousie !
    Après Altea de la semaine dernière, on a continué la descente sur la côte en se dirigeant de plus en plus à l'ouest. On est passé par Alicante où un parc regorge d'arbres exceptionnels. Puis la route nous a mené à Cartagena (prononcez à l'espagnole svp), qui, il faut l'avouer se pare d'un bien plus beau nom que ce qu'elle a à offrir. On y a quand même vu jouer un orchestre devant un joli bâtiment. À partir de la sortie de cette ville, la côte s'est litoralement transformée. Beaucoup moins de constructions, un peu moins de cultures, et même des sentier peu fréquentés, où on a pu s'offrir une nuit dans le plus grand calme qui soit.
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  • Day8

    Further afield

    September 18, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 23 °C

    Our day started at midnight, well actually a few minutes before. As mentioned earlier, what happens is that on the stroke of midnight each night any cancelled tickets to Alhambra Palace get released online and there’s then a mad scramble for people to grab them. Knowing that he’d missed out the previous night, the reception staff recommended to Brian that he front up at the front desk at about 2345hrs with our passports and the hotel staff would do what they could to help us. Brian set the alarm for 2340hrs and woke from a beautiful deep sleep to head down to reception. The night manager told Brian that he was second in line and that a French gentleman had arrived there a few minutes previously. Anyway, from midnight on the manager kept refreshing the web page when suddenly a couple of minutes later some seats suddenly became available for 19 September. The manager ordered four tickets and then proceeded to fill in all the information - passport details and much more that the authorities require - for the four of us.

    That’s when we hit a snag. Spain has dual verification for all internet credit card transactions. So, when someone tries to make a payment they receive a one-time code on their mobile phone. That code then has to be keyed into the merchant’s website before the transaction can be completed. The problem was that neither the Frenchman’s credit card nor Brian’s was set up for such a system. The night manager then very kindly offered to make the payment from his personal card and we would then give him the cash. All that was fine, he completed the payment details and received the code. He then tried to enter the code, whereupon the transaction bombed out. We think that he may have been a bit slow in typing all the details and that our tickets got snaffled by someone else. Brian was willing to try the same routine again the following night but wasn’t at all hopeful. There it may well have ended.

    In the morning, headed back from breakfast, we were walking past the reception desk when Mary said,”Why don’t we talk to the staff and see if they can help.” Brian didn’t think much of the idea but agreed to give it a go. Amazingly, the website showed tickets available for every time slot on 19 September Again, it was necessary for the clerk to use his own personal credit card and Brian immediately repaid him the 40 euros in cash. We felt like we’d won the Lotto. Brian’s theory is that the various airline strikes in Europe have caused some groups to cancel, thus making places available to the likes of us. If so, thank you strikers and keep up the good work.

    Feeling quite thrilled we decided to head off for the day in our rental car and explore the Spanish countryside. We decided to head for Almeria, a town 170km away on the Mediterranean coast which is described as well worth a visit. Heading south from Granada, the scenery is outstanding with spectacular outlines of rugged mountains for most of the trip. It is a really good four-lane highway, with some really steep climbs and descents. It skirts the Sierra Nevada national park, and if we’d had enough time we’d like to have explored the region a bit more. Despite all this, we didn’t manage to get any photos en route, though we certainly enjoyed the scenic drive very much. Firstly, the air was somewhat hazy, smoggy even, and secondly those wonderful roads don’t offer any lay-bys where one can safely pull over and take in the scenery.

    Reaching Almeira, we managed to cause a minor traffic jam while Brian tried to parallel park our left-hand drive car in a steep narrow side street. Aside from that, Brian had managed to get beeped at only twice when trying to navigate complicated roundabouts, so he reckoned that he was well on the way to being able to drive like a local rather than like a tourist.

    Almeira is a beautiful port town, with very attractive parks alongside the port and beach front. It was quite warm and there were a few people in swimming. If we’d thought to bring our togs we’d have happily joined them. Even so, it was great to relax there and just take in the atmosphere of the place. The waterfront park contains a large number of mature trees from all round the world, and we were admiring some especially spectacular specimens when we discovered that they were in fact fig trees from good old Australia!

    After a few hours, we decided to head home, this time taking the longer Mediterranean coastal highway to complete a grand circuit back to Granada. We have to say, that route was a bit disappointing. Even though the sea was visible for much of the trip, the air was really smoggy, which greatly detracted from the views. We got back to the hotel in the late afternoon, more than ready for a couple of drinks, the hotel buffet, and all this followed by an early night. In the two days that we have used the rental car, we’ve covered 750km, which has given us a great chance to see the landscape of southern Spain.
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Almería, Almeria, ألمرية, Горад Альмерыя, Алмерия, Альмери, Αλμερία, Almerio, آلمریا, אלמריה, Ալմերիա, LEI, アルメリア, 알메리아, Almerija, आल्मेरिया, المیریا, 04001, Альмерия, अल्मेरिया, Алмерија, அல்மேரீயா, Альмерія, المریہ, 阿尔梅里亚

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