The weather in Los Narejos had been overcast for a few days, although it wasn't cold. With no sun the solar panels had been struggling to recharge the batteries as I'd been recharging the iPhone and computer each day as well. I needed to do some washing, have a good hot shower and with the leisure batteries on the low side decided to head off to a nearby campsite. A German man parked nearby told me of a campsite just a kilometre away, where there were good facilities and a fast internet connection, just what I wanted.
It didn’t take me long to find Camping Mar Menor. Situated between the seafront and a small military airport. The site was quite large, although there were only about a dozen vans parked up. The airport doesn’t operate during the night, so no problems with noise. Having checked and settled in I managed to get online with a fast enough connection to be able to watch the last Formula 1 race of the season, one that would decide the world drivers championship. I was backing Lewis Hamilton, to win both the race and the championship, and was not disappointed. It was a great race and the end of a great season for both Lewis who had won 11 of this years races and Mercedes who had won both the drivers and manufacturers championships in style. Next year the first race of the season will be in Australia, in Melbourne and as I will be in Australia I might even be able to go and see the seasons opener live.
I had the batteries fully charged over night from the mains hook-up, used the sites super washing machine to get all my stuff cleaned and charged up everything else. Then having done all the little jobs that needed doing around my house/van I thought I’d go for a bike ride, only to find that someone had stolen my saddle. Thinking back I think it must have been some young lads that were hanging around where I had been parked up for the past few days. Many of the other campers in the campsite had bikes with them but no one else had a problem as far as I know, I can't imagine the saddle being stolen in the campsite as I was always around and the site is situated well away from the roads and passing traffic. I don’t seem to be very lucky when it comes to having things stolen, it’s life I suppose and a sign of the times we now live in.
My second morning at the Mar Menor campsite was lovely, clear blue sky and lots of sunshine. After breakfast and a good hot shower I packed up, emptied the waste tank and loo, topped up with fresh water, paid my bill and set off. First stop was a Lidl supermarket for a few groceries. I was heading south so looked on the GPS for a Decathlon store along the way, finding one 20 kilometres down the road. I needed the Decathlon store in order to but a new seat post and saddle for the bike, which I managed to do without any problems, apart that is the €42 it cost me. With the shopping done I continued on to Cabo de Palos and a free camping spot I’d been told about by the friends I’d made in Los Narejos. When I arrived the others were there as well as a Spanish registered camper, between us we filled the small parking spot. I took a space near to the waters edge facing the sea as I’m told the sunrises can be really superb. Its one of those spots you don’t want to tell anyone about and hope that the locals don’t put a stop to campers stopping.
There was a little rain overnight, but it remained mild. The morning the sky was overcast, but improved as the day wore on.
It was nice to open the front curtains though and watch the small fishing boats coming in from a nights fishing and one or two going out hoping for a daylight catch. By 10 am the sun had broken through the clouds and brightened the sky, and got better as the day wore on as I had hoped it would, enough to sit and sunbath. Around 11 am a youngish guy turned up in an old Hanimag camper. Michael who is 34 bought the camper 10 years ago. It was first registered in 1974 and converted into a camper by its original owner in 1975. The man kept the vehicle for 29½ years before selling it to Michael who has travelled to 33 countries in it so far, including the USA & Canada. Michael, who was a furniture maker by trade, had to stop working in 2010 due to illness, joint and muscular problems, and receives a small insurance payout each month, but this allows him to travel, which he has been doing full time for the past 4 years. We talked for ages about our travels. One of the local fishermen gave Marion two large fish for nothing so we decided to cook and share them. It was an enjoyable early evening meal which went down well, sitting all together with some red wine and enjoying the pleasant conversation. We had cooked an eaten outside, but by 7:30 it was turning cold so we packed up and returned to our vans to warm up. I really enjoyed the day, talking to like minded and experienced full time van dwellers.
Waking up this morning I opened the curtains to a lovely blue sky and sunshine, it wasn't to last as the weather seemed to change by the hour. Michael left this morning in his old Hanimag, intending to drive for an hour south, to find a cheap campsite so he could empty his waste tanks and have a shower etc. It was nice to have meet him and hopefully our paths will cross again in the future. The weather improved a little during the afternoon, being mostly sunny, which meant I could get the batteries fully charged up along with the computer and cell phone. I spent an hour or so chatting with Steve an English guy who arrived yesterday in his Frankia motorhome. Steve is a year older than myself and has been on the road for awhile. He has no solar panels, which means he has to drive somewhere every couple of days or find a campsite, especially as he has been having problems getting a Spanish gas bottle which he can run his fridge off. Steve’s an interesting guy, who after a lifetime of normal working spent the summer months of the last couple of years in Greece working as a sailing instructor, wondering why he had never thought of doing it many years ago, rather than the normal 9 - 5 daily grind.
I wanted to find an internet connection and Steve needed to charge his batteries, so when I said I would be leaving tomorrow morning to go to a camperstop about 100 kilometres south I asked him if he wanted to tag along, which he said he would like to do.
It seems I've been travelling for most of my life.
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