Jane returned from her
shower complaining the water was cold. It was my turn to shower and I spotted
there was a similar arrangement to Camping La Playa that required a token to
get hot water. I opted for a cold shower and to get tokens later.
We saw enough on our
brief visit to the town yesterday to agree a day on the beach was in order
today. Jane visited the camping ground’s shop to buy bread and fruit for our
lunch which we packed in a cool bag along with a frozen bottle of water to keep
things cool. At 09:00 we set off on foot for the beach, it was another fine day
without a cloud in the sky. We walked about half the length of the beach before
stopping at a booth and paid €10 for uno ombrelloni and due lettini for the
day. Arriving early meant there were plenty of spots to choose from and we
parked ourselves close to the water’s edge.
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| Jane Just After We Arrived At The Beach |
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| Beach Seller Peddling His Wares |
We were running low on
cash so I walked into the town to find a bankomat. While early, it was already
very warm and it wasn’t long before the climb up through the town had the sweat
pouring out of me. After quite a while spent working my way through a maze of
narrow streets I came to what was clearly the main street with supermarkets and
shops. I turned into it and continued walking past shops and hotels and reached
the edge of town without passing a single bank. I turned back and followed the
main street back down the hill towards the sea. There, right at the end of the
street were three bankomats, next to each other!
By the time I got back to
Jane the sun was a lot higher in a cloudless sky. I looked like the survivor of
a shipwreck who had only just managed to swim to shore. I was wringing wet and
nearly exhausted. I felt justified in spending the rest of the day reading
lying on my lounger in the shade of the umbrella. I finished Bill Baker’s book about his life in Alcatraz and struggled to believe that the genial old man we met at Alcatraz was an
inveterate criminal who had spent most of his life in jail. I started reading
the first of the Roy Grace detective novels by Peter James. Jane found that she
couldn’t access any of the many books on her Kindle and we couldn’t open the
user manual. She had to make do with a paperback she had brought with her.
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Our Spot On The Beach (2nd red umbrella from right) As Seen From The Sea Through Jane's Camera
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| Me In The Shade Of The Ombrelloni |
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| Pedalo With Slide |
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Few Italians Swim In The Sea, Mostly They Stand And Talk
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| Beach Got Busier As Day Progressed |
We got back to Mabel at
about 17:00 where an Italian man came over who wanted to know about Smarty’s
towing arrangements, he had no English and our Italian voacabulary could be
counted on the fingers of two hands. Somehow or other we managed to understand
his questions and he our answers. The usual of how Smarty steered was top of
his list. By getting out the A-Frame and showing how the shackles attached
to Smarty’s towing points we conveyed how she was towed. He then spotted the
headlight deflectors on Smarty and Mabel and quickly grasped they were there to
get the headlamps to dip right and not left.
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After that Jane and I
walked down to the camping ground shop to buy some meat to cook for our evening
meal and tokens for the laundry and showers. Next door was a room set up
for internet access. It had lots of two person tables, each of which had a card
giving the address and password to access the free wi-fi. I took a note of the
details provided on one of the tables in case the room wasn’t open first thing in the morning when I planned to return to see if I could resolve the problem with Jane’s
Kindle and fix the satnav.
We weren’t 100% sure what
the meat was we bought but once it was on the barbeque we identified it as thin
slices of veal. We ate that with corn fritters and a salad.
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