Dundee City

We followed the coast down from Stonehaven stopping briefly in Carnoustie to see the golf course and arrived at Monifieth Beach on the outskirts of Dundee about lunchtime. At that point we discovered that our camp was on the beach side of the railway line and that there were only 2 tunnels to get vehicles to the camp. One was 1.8 metres high and google maps was quite insistent that we should go through it. Our motorhome is 3.2 metres high. We eventually found the second tunnel which was 3.2 metres high. We did a few more laps of the area with the woman on google maps nagging in my hearing aids and some discussion going on in the cab as to our best option. We eventually found our way back to the second tunnel and parked down the road. I got out of the motorhome and went to examine the tunnel. It looked higher than 3.2 metres but there were plenty of scars evident on the roof of the tunnel. After more discussion we decided to give it a go. I mean that is why you have insurance right? I asked Gaye to stand opposite the tunnel which was also only 2.8 metres wide and to wave hysterically if it looked like I needed to back out of the tunnel. By the time I nosed into the tunnel a van had come up behind me which would have made a strategic retreat difficult. The driver leaned out his window and yelled something in Scottish which sounded encouraging and Gaye was giving me the thumbs up so through we went. Having filled in 45 mins trying to get into the camp it was time for a sandwich in the motorhome. I could have done with a Scotch!
After lunch we headed over to the train station and bought return tickets into Dundee which was only a 10 minute ride away. We wandered the streets of Dundee in the sunshine. We have been blessed with the weather. About 4 pm we decided it was time to head back to the camp and get ready to go out for dinner. The day lost its shape a bit at the point because the next train was not until 5.25 pm. We wasted a bit of time wandering around aimlessly and in the end decided to get a taxi back to the camp which didn't cost much anyway. After refreshments we wandered up to town only to find that the kitchen in the local pub was closed. We looked at a couple of Chinese takeaways but they didn't accept credit and debit cards so I walked out in a huff. We ended up going to the local Tescos and getting heat n eat roasts and a bottle of wine and wandering back to the motorhome. It can be quite difficult to go out for dinner over here as there are very few actual restaurants and most people go to the pubs which are great but all serve the usual pub grub. It makes you appreciate how spoilt for choice we are in NZ with the variety of eating out options. On the upside the Tesco heat n eat roast meals are a great backup plan.Lue lisää