Leaving behind the wasteland Aire at Port Bacares, we were up and off early to tackle the border crossing to Spain. Though only about 65km away, the closer to the border we got, the more windy the roads became, a dizzy echo of the day stuck on the mountain passes.
As Scooby chugged his way to the peak where the border lay, passports, dog documents, and expressions-of-innocence were all ready… and then nothing. The border office was an abandoned building and that was it – we were in Spain.
Of course, the flip side of driving up all those windy roads is that you have to come down the other side. Unlike France, we didn’t have an Aires guide for Spain, only a few pushpins on our GPS, so along the windy roads we went in search of an overnight stop.
The first one turned out to be a supermarket carpark where camper parking is permitted – for €22 a night! Onward then.
Eventually, we pulled up at a Lidl in Empuriabrava and found a small local car park a couple of streets over with a nice view of the marina and no apparent restrictions, and so it became our first night in Spain.
The following day we drove down to Pineda du Mar and stayed at a campsite a stone’s throw from the sea. Alas, the rain in Spain fell mainly everywhere whilst there, but hot showers, wifi, and a climate creeping towards not-cold compensated and, on the second morning, combats went back into the overhead and the shorts came out.
After two nights at the camp, we continued down to Sitges, familiar to us from last August’s sun-n-sea holiday. We knew just where we could park up in advance and enjoyed the nice 2.5km walk along the seafront into town and back. Neelix found a whole host of new things to pee on, doubtlessly the highlight of his day.
Alas, our planned X-weeks-free camping in Sitges was brought to a halt by rapping on the side of the van at 0830 on Saturday morning by a policeman who told us – and the two other campers – that such vehicles were not allowed in Sitges, despite no signs indicating this.
Peeved, we drove down a few miles to Torredembarra and set up in a beachfront campsite, where we’ve remained for the past week in the hope of getting a book delivery from the UK (the Aires!) in our paws before moving further south.
The last week has been relaxing, sunny – 18-25 °C – and we’ve taken a few walks up and down the beachfront, visited the marina (where we spotted the Mick Jagger fish (top)), and got our teeth into writing, guitar, and various other need-to-do’s.