Taray Camper Park, Playa de ParazuelosFebruary 18, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C
After 3 days parked up by the beach we were in need of facilities. We'd left behind the free aires in northern and central Spain, but Will had found one that was 50m away from the sea and only charged €6. At such a low price we wanted to support it, so set it as a waypoint.
Escaping the highrise apartment blocks of the sandbar, we climbed into the hills. It was refreshing to once again be in an open space that wasn't overdeveloped. Fincas cultivated their almomd, citrus and olive orchards but many of the buildings we passed had been abandoned and left to crumble. There were a significant number of 'vende' (for sale) signs on the corner of plots.
Dropping back down to the coast, the farming intensified, with acres upon acres of polytunnels and netting covering a huge number of tomato plants. Approaching the camper park, there was a high concentration of motorhomes parked on the narrow gravel beach, blocking the view of the sea. Although Spain has strict rules that vans aren't allowed to put out such things as chairs because it is considered camping, many had chairs, a table and a large mat outside.
Pulling into the gravelled park, which could comfortably hold around 70 vans, we were greeted warmly in English. The manager told us about the facilities, where we could choose to park, described the 3 bars in the village and said that every morning at 8:30am a bread van would come to the site, beeping their horn. On Tuesdays and Thursdays a German baker's van would bring a choice of sweet treats and once a week a lorry with gas bottles would drop by for people who needed to swap their empties. There was a nice vibe about the place and we could see that some people would want to stay long term.
Finding a spot along the back row meant Poppy could use the scrubland behind us and that we were nose to tail with other vans, instead of side to side, affording us a little more privacy. Most vans were larger than average, many were German or French but there was a good number of Brits too. Several had trailers with motorbikes or cars with them, something that would make it easier getting about once parked, but a nightmare for the sort of travelling we do, looking for new places to park every day or so and dropping into supermarkets along the way. By law vans in the park weren't allowed to have chairs etc out either, but a huge number seemed to have set up semi permanent patio arrangements. It was warm enough and we were tempted, but chose not to pit ours out. We've heard of places getting closed down due to this and knowing all too well what it is like to travel in a country that doesn't provide motorhome aires, we didn't want to put pressure on the rules in one that was good enough to do so.
In the afternoon Will went to investigate the local bars, but wasn't impressed enough to have more than a quick drink. The place was packed and will have made a tidy profit even without our input.
It was a warm and quiet night, with just the distant sound of waves crashing onto the shore. Vicky bought bread and croissants from the bakers's van in the morning and we queued for services before setting off to our next destination!Read more