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  • Day599

    We had planned a rare visit to a nearby spa today but last night Will had noticed the leisure batteries were only at 3% - far lower than they should have been given the amount of power we'd used. This morning the levels had dropped to 0% and the automatic cutout hadn't engaged. Something was definitely wrong. No spa for us today!

    Vicky had breakfast by candlelight and when Will got up we removed the passenger seat and tested the two 100Ah batteries. One was completely dead and the other showed just a flicker. They'd been getting less and less efficient and in the last week we'd had problems with the 12V charge point above the table. This had fixed itself but the 3 year old batteries would need replacing and fast. We'd survived before without electricity but without running water, heating, light or a fridge it wasn't a situation we wanted to stay in for long. We were very grateful it hadn't been a cold night.

    We'd previously researched the possibility of using lithium ion batteries but decided against it because the conversion technology wasn't as well developed as we'd have liked it to be. So what to do? A search of 'autocaravanas' in google maps told us there was a shop that sold accessories and did repairs 23km away. Pulling up at the forecourt entrance Will communicated what we needed but we were relieved when the employee was able to speak English to a decent level. First we were told it would be tomorrow or Monday, but then a mechanic came along and was able to find two suitable batteries. They were each 5Ah less than our current ones but they were a better make so would probably be just as good. After carefully checking they were the same physical size we carried out a card transaction that made our eyes water. Fitting them ourselves meant we didn't need to pay extra or wait until 4:30pm when the shop could squeeze us in. After another 20 minutes on the forecourt we tentatively pressed the test button on our internal power display and breathed a sigh of relief when it showed a nice green 93%!

    A 70km drive would give our new source of power a good charge and get us to our planned stopover. We'd made enough headway south to reach the sea today. It's aqueous expanse is always a welcome sight but with the warm weather and bright sunshine we were blessed with today, the Mediterranean had taken on a sparkling rich blue that was even more alluring than usual!

    From Cape Palos on the Costa Cálida (Warm Coast), a sandbar extends 13 miles to San Pedro del Pinatar, maintaining an enormous lagoon between it and the mainland. We are aware that the coastline around here is in high demand with holiday makers, but nothing had prepared us for what the sandbar had been turned into. Almost every square inch was covered in high rise apartments and villas. The sand had been raised and reinforced by boulders to create foundations for these money towers, many of which were castelated with mock turrets. Park4Night had told us there was a spot we could stop at on the strip, and although we couldn't imagine ourselves relaxing in this urban beach, we wanted to experience it all the same. Passing through the resort gateway of La Manga, our senses went into overdrive. As we progressed down palm lined streets, billboards displayed images of banana boats, jetskis and expensive power boats with male models at the wheel. Paddy's Irish bar was signed and The Sun newspaper was on sale outside one of the few shops open out of season. An overindulged looking child marched up to a pedestrian crossing holding up their hand mouthing something at us, no doubt demanding we stop immediately. Once the family has crossed, the child predictably pressed the button for the lights to cycle again.

    To our surprise Park4Night led us to a small double T shaped parking spot in a dead end. A Belgian van was already parked up but there was enough space for three here and an equal amount in the T that mirrored ours. A small plot of sand covered in purple and pink ground flowers, was for sale between us and the road, ahead was a brown wooden shack and terrace covered in dried palm leaves; Bongo Beach Bar (closed for the winter). To our left, only a narrow red tile pavement divided us from the fine pale sand and the sea 30m beyond. An island covered in green scrub and dotted with a couple of whitewashed houses rose from the waters just a couple of miles offshore, while the tall buildings of our sandbar pealed of in a crescent until they rejoined the mainland and became fuzzy with sea haze. Although we were in the midst of all these buildings, it wasn't busy and there wasn't a soul on the beach.

    We quickly changed into swim shorts and let Poppy out. She loves the seaside and she got so excited she broke into a run towards the water. Vicky paddled while Will went for a quick swim. We both had our eyes off Poppy for a moment but when Vicky turned back round she was lying in the sand having a fit. It didn't last long and after a little while she was able to get up and walk back to near the van. We got her water and bed and our beach towels and lay out with her, initially in the shade but as it cooled we allowed her to move into the evening sun. There didn't seem to be any lasting effects from her episode but she'll be 15 years old in less than a month and we are aware she won't be with us forever. All the more reason to appreciate our time together and give her experiences she enjoys.

    As the sky hues turned pink we crossed over the road and onto the small beach opposite. We couldn't have walked more than 100m! The sun was now a blazing amber ball disappearing behind the low peaked hills accross the lagoon. Gorgeous!

    The night was mild and the following morning was just about warm enough for Vicky to do her pilates/ yoga on the beach! We've travelled south quickly and combined with the time of year, sunrise has fast been getting earlier. It was a glorious feeling to be stretching in the open air, watching clouds reflect the soft colours of the rising rays, until the instense light crested the horizon and rose quickly skyward.

    You can see a 30 second timelapse of the sunrise here on VnW Travels You Tube Channel: https://youtu.be/hVEMterfmf8

    It was a little cloudy but still warm and we were able to cart the canoe over the road and paddle it along the edge of the lagoon for a couple of miles in t shirts and shorts. The water was clear and shallow for the most part and we saw a few flatfish skimming along the sand. Strings of nets were layed out at frequent intervals but we were able to easily pass over the top over them. They didn't seem to have anything but rubbish caught in them. The sandbar provided protection from the waves and the buildings shielded us from the wind, making it a very pleasant paddle.

    We'd planned to move on but Vicky was ill again so we stayed put and Will whiled away the day on the beach, swimming, playing his guitar, reading and fishing.

    We kept checking and double checking the level of our new batteries. They'd only dropped to 76% over 3 days. With the old ones we would have needed to start the engine on the 2nd day in order to give them a charge.

    When we entered the high rise sandbar we thought it unlikely we'd want to stay one night, let alone three! The lesson 'don't judge a book by its cover' is constantly being reinforced on the road and we were very glad we gave this place a chance, despite our initial misapprehensions.
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  • Day598

    Archena

    February 14 in Spain

    Spain's cold spell finally felt as if it was lifting and it lifted our spirits to see the landscape lit up under a strong sun and to let its warmth take over from our overused heating systems!

    Again we stuck to the motorway that today took us through many flat plains, punctuated with jagged outcrops of rock rising steeply towards the sky. Perhaps it was just the way it was managed, but the land began to look a little more fertile, the vegetation growth on the hills a little greener. We came accross dozens of intensive orchards whose trees were blossoming pink. We couldn't tell from the distance but thought they could be cherry trees.

    Archena's large free gravel car park was already pretty busy, with a dozen or so vans parked up, three of them with GB plates. Will went out to buy bread and managed to find a place with baguettes in the oven. He asked for 2 and was shocked they only came to €1!

    It was Valentines Day but, similarly to Italy where we'd been last year, there hadn't been much of a fuss made in shops or restaurants. We'd opted for a relaxing day in with Cava and strawberries and a homecooked evening meal. Due to Will twice getting carried away with his flambéing, the buildup was anything but relaxing! Vicky felt the need to dive for the fire extinguisher and a few seconds later was reassuring the couple next door who, after hearing yells and seeing 3 foot flames through their window, had come rushing out to help! In the end we had a lovely steak dinner and all smoke residue has now been removed from the cupboard door!
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  • Day602

    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!
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  • Day33

    Bolnuevo

    June 10 in Spain

    Gestern ging es weiter in die Region Murcia. Zuerst hatten wir einen Campingplatz über Cartagena rausgesucht, ein echter Reinfall. Der Campingplatz war über einen Kilometer lang und dir Dauercamper hatten teilweise richtige Häuser mit bis zu zwei Stockwerken. Wir fahren also weiter bis Bolnuevo. Die Landschaft wird immer kahler, dir Straßen leerer. Unser Campingplatz ist sehr schön. Heute machen wir uns mit den Fahrrädern auf den Weg zur "Ciudad encantada" - die verzauberte Stadt. Durch die Erosion hat sich diese Interessante Formation der Sandsteine gebildet. Wirklich schön! Wir sind noch ein Stückchen weiter gefahren und haben noch eine nette Bucht gefunden. Die Felsen waren richtig rot.Read more

  • Day5

    A lucky detour.

    August 3 in Spain

    Out & about sharpish. Along the seafront promenade - a world away from last night - less noise, people and sun. Then uphill, except each & every option ended up being a dirt track. Ended up on what looked like a motorway (but no keep out cyclists signs) Assumed that satnav had rejected this route on the basis of the motorway but the absence of signage & the reduced distance meant it was worth a shout. What was the worst that could happen? Another traffic offence in Spain - surely not. After a couple of minutes I was a little more relaxed - no horns so prob ok. Use the term loosely since it was a fairly incessant climb & then a puncture. Where all the flies appear from god only knows. Down to 1 inner tube - got to be careful. Hopeful that this was the only climb of the day so enjoyed the view - sort of. Down onto the plains & while it was clearly farming territory not a lot was being done. Equally few places to pass through - lots of on hoof navigation to protect the tyres - for all that the total distance was still 5 miles than planned. Relied on petrol stations for cold drinks & food - classy. Some way out, it became clear that tomorrows cycle may well be a bit too much. 80 miles in an area where the government are urging caution. E out of 4 days of low 40s and some evidence of dehydration. Unfortunately the weather has beaten me. Never thought it would be too sunny. Anyway, hire car sorted and a slightly more relaxed weekend in prospect. That said, getting to Murcia airport may prove hard work with it being 30km away without public transport...Read more

  • Day77

    Jour 38 journée compliquée!

    August 4, 2016 in Spain

    Là où il y a le plus de malentendus c'est sur les itinéraires! La personne qui décide du chemin à la responsabilité d'étudier l'itinéraire pour éviter les culs-de-sacs, les demi-tours, perdre du temps, faire des kms inutiles... On essaie de l'étudier ensemble avant de prendre la route mais nous n'avons pas toujours le temps, on ne va pas toujours dans le détail... Bref... C'est la vie... C'est jamais parfait, idéal, tout rose...

    Alors voilà, ce jour là nous n'étions pas d'accord sur le chemin à prendre, l'un (pas sûr de son choix) a laissé l'autre prendre la tête et nous nous sommes retrouvés pris comme des rats dans une culture de pêchiers barricadé comme une forteresse! On a fait tout le tour... Impossible de trouver un portail ouvert! Par "chance" au bout de 30 min à tourner dans l'enclot, nous sommes tombé sur un camion de livraison qui a appelé le gardien et nous a ouvert...
    Cette histoire a été suivie de 30 km de soupe à la grimace! 😕

    Suite à la réconciliation pour le petit-déjeuner, nous avons repris la route sous 40 degrés dans des collines arrides... Ce n'était que 20 km mais c'était difficile...
    Arrivés à la prohaine ville pour le déjeuner, le morale n'était pas au rendez vous entre l'épisode et l'épreuve de la matinée... Après avoir dépoussiéré et huilé les vélos, on décide de ne pas reprendre la route et faire une pause d'un jour complet! 😌
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  • Day79

    La raison pour laquelle on a choisi de faire une pause la veille c'est parce que l'on redoutait un peu la route à venir! On s'est dit, bien reposé, ca va mieux passé...
    Mais pendant la journée de repos Géraldine a commencé a avoir les chevilles qui enflent! Au sens propre du terme!!! Des jambes??? On dirait des poteaux!!!
    Chez Antonio, elle n'a pas dormi de la nuit à cause de la chaleur, elle a gardé les jambes en l'air contre le mur mais à 5:00 du mat, au réveil, ses jambes étaient lourdes, toujours gonflées et en plus pas reposée... Tant pis, il faut continuer!
    Chez Antonio, la veille, nous avons profité de la cuisine pour cuisiner pâtes, graines de soja... Comme le rechaud est en panne. Nous avons une belle et GROSSE salade pour la journée de voyage! Mais ça pèse dans le sac!😩

    Entre les jambes lourdes et le poids des sacs, la première montée abrupte ne passe pas! Le vélo s'arrête dans la pente, Géraldine décroche les pédales mais le poids du vélo l'emporte... Elle tombe dans le fossé avec le vélo... 😦
    Ca va... rien de casser... Les poteaux qui lui servent de jambes sont juste écorchés!
    Entre les potaux, les écorchures, les bleus et les poils (40 jours sans s'épiler) je vous laisse imaginer la touche des jambes! 😳

    On se remet de la petite peur quelques minutes on relativise, on en rigole et on repart... Il faut avancer avant que la chaleur arrive! La route n'est pas facile! Il fait chaud pour monter le plus grand col Xavier prend tous les sacs pour alléger Géraldine! 😊
    Il reste malgré ca, plus rapide que Géraldine dans les montées...
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  • Day78

    Jour 39 - la pause

    August 5, 2016 in Spain

    Nous avons passé la nuit derrière un club de pétanque... Il y avait une cuisine ext, de l'eau courrante! Géraldine a même pris une douche au tuyau avant de se coucher! 🚿
    Pour faire une vraie pause, nous avons réservé une chambre chez un particulier à 20€ pour la nuit d'après!
    On va avoir un vrai lit!! 🙂 Une vraie salle de bain!! 😀 Une machine à laver le linge!! 😃 Une cuisine... De l'électricité!!! 😄
    Nous avons pris un petit dej sur au bord de la plage... Puis nous avons pédalé 6 km pour arriver chez Antonio! Arrivés sur les lieu à midi, nous avons pris une douche et dormi jusqu'à 16:30!!!
    A notre réveil nous avons rencontré 2 français qui louaient aussi une chambre chez Antonio. Ils étaient sur la route de Malaga en voiture...
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  • Day366

    A long days sail today 8 hours started and ended a bit bumpy but beautiful in the middle. We saw some dolphins and 1 gannet as well as having a stowaway for 4hours. The stowaway was a small bird between a wren and a sparrow with a pale grey head and pinky brown back, we think it just needed a rest. We arrived at 16:20 said good bye to Bob the bird ate tea earl as I didn’t have any lunch, am still working on getting my sea legs back. I have been for a quick dip 15 mins was enough for my first Mediterranean dip of the year. I did swim in Guernsey in 2018 before we returned to Almerimar and now hope to do a lot more.Read more

  • Day360

    Cartegena

    April 10 in Spain

    We had an early start today and managed to see everything we wanted to which is good because it got a lot windier about 15:00. First of all we returned to the Castillo de Conception with resident peacocks, via the Spanish civil war museum and the viewpoint overlooking the city and the harbour before visiting the Roman theatre and associated museum. Then we went to the local market and had a coffee and hot chocolate before going to the Naval Museum. I might have already said but Spanish hot chocolate is very rich, it is as if they have actually just melted a dark chocolate bar in a mug, delicious. The naval museum had lots of models of old boats, mines and costumes and lots of info on submarines as Isaac Peral born in Cartegena is supposed to have been credited with inventing the submarine as we know it then lunch, a lovely Menu Del Dia of Ceasar salad, calamari and dauphinois potatoes then creme caramel. After lunch we walked around the marina along the old city walls then continued to follow the walks inland away from the wind. We were trying to access some of the other hills around Cartegena but they haven’t been touristified yet. In the photos you will see john in front of his next boat, the futuristic silver one!Read more

You might also know this place by the following names:

Murcia, Provinz Murcia, Murzia, Província de Múrcia, Murtzia, Province de Murcie, ムルシア, Múrcia

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