Vilanova Park Return

Wednesday 6th December 2107

Although we had enjoyed some very warm sunny weather during the day and made the most of this strolling along the wonderful sandy beach, as soon as the sun disappeared behind the mountains, the temperature plummeted like a stone. We had even begun to experience some frost in the mornings! A couple of days catching up with domestic chores and a little shopping and we decided to head back to one of our previous campsite near Barcelona, Vilanova Park, to begin the long journey back to England for Christmas.

Towing Kilometres – Today: 396 Cumulative: 5,618

Back in familiar territory we made our way to Vilanova Park, near Vilanova i la Geltrú and to the pitch we had used previously. Our intention was to spend a couple of days here, catch up with Lutz, whom we had met on our last visit and sit out the forthcoming Public Holiday celebrations on 8th December.

The campsite was busier than we had expected, but having 2 Public holidays so close to each other and a weekend, perhaps the Spanish were making the most of this time before Christmas with their friends and family.

Once settled in, we paid a visit to Lutz and met his friend Rudi, a keen kite surfer.

Lutz had been busy, toing and froing between Barcelona and Berlin for some social events as well as paying Camp Nou a visit, in nearby Barcelona, to watch a Champion’s League match. (I think it might have been a German team ………. 🙂 )

Ray invited Lutz and Rudi over for a meal and a convivial evening was spent catching up and getting to know Rudi.

Altea

Sunday 3rd December 2017

Altea is a town on the Mediterranean coast of Costa Blanca, (Spain’s White Coast). The town is between Benidorm to the south and Calpe, which is easily recognisable with its magnificent Ifach rock. This iconic rock formation is visible from many of the northern coastal towns of Coasta Blanca.

Our journey to Altea was interesting and Ray enjoyed the twists and turns of the roads through the mountainous terrain, something which we hadn’t encountered for a while. The landscape we passed through was terraced wherever possible and many of the small houses along the route were dotted high in the hills.

After climbing high to the town of Benicàssim, we headed back down towards the coast, passing the entrance to a large urbanisation, Altea Hills, aptly named, and a beautiful Russian Orthodox Church.

On the steep drop down towards the coast, was a small development called Pueblo Mascarat, with typical Spanish looking villas and a large harbour area.

As we approached Altea we could clearly see the blue and white tiled domes of the church in the old quarter, perched high above the town on the north side of the main road.

We made our way down towards the seafront and the promenade, the modern part of the town, to find a parking space. Parking was clearly signposted and we managed to find a spot between the promenade and the beach and the bustling array of cafes, bars and restaurants, which lined the road.

The large beach consisted of very large pebbles and extended in both directions for as far as the eye could see. The promenade followed the contours of the beach and extended way past the very impressive looking harbour to the south of the town.

On the day we visited the town was busy and vibrant and it was great to see so many people out and about on a Sunday, with the added bonus of many places open for business too.

A short walk across the main N332 coast road, which cuts through the middle of the town, led us towards the old town.

It’s a steep climb up to the old town so be prepared.

The old town looks typically Spanish with its pretty, narrow cobbled streets and quaint whitewashed houses.

The contrast of the black wrought iron window grilles and balconies, mixed with the vibrant coloured Bougainvilleas and orange trees, with their ornamental fruit, reminded me of past holidays to what was then the small town of Mijas in Andalusia. Happy memories 🙂

As we made our way to the main central square, we were blown away by the terrific views of the Mediterranean between the roof tops of the houses.

There was certainly no shortage of small restaurants offering fantastic Menu del Dia, at very reasonable prices too.

In the main square, opposite the church of the Virgen del Consuelo, we enjoyed a coffee, whilst watching the world go by.

There was also a variety of small shops and historical buildings to peruse in the old quarter.

Altea will definitely be on our list of places to re-visit in the future, as will Dénia, Calpe and Jávea (Xàbia).

Kiko Camping

Saturday 2nd December 2017

On Wednesday evening we decided that we would not spend the planned 10 nights at Kiko Camping.

Although the beach and facilities are good, we felt a little hemmed in on our pitch and the need to watch electricity consumption was annoying.

The main reason for our decision to move however was that all the on-site roads were being block paved, which made it feel like a building site with associated noise and dust.

We looked in the Camping Card book and noticed a couple of sites a few kilometres south and decided to cycle over and take a look on Thursday.

The second site, Ole Camping, seemed to suit our needs, was €6.50 a night cheaper and included electricity. The beach was of the same standard too. We booked six nights and cycled back to camp.

Yesterday, Friday,  we prepared the caravan for the move and slowly started to tow out of the site only to be delayed by a 40 tonne load of gravel being dumped in the only road out!

To be fair the way was made passable for us as quickly as they could but confirmed to me that our decision to move was a right one.

Towing Kilometres – Today: 8 Cumulative: 5,222

The short tow over here went without incident and Kim chose a pitch that gets the sun all day. The beach & restaurant are a short walk away. The shower & toilet facilities are clean and tidy, so should mean we remain here until heading north on Thursday. We have Eurotunnel booked for Thursday the 15th.

Today was extremely windy! Kim took a short video on the beach of the larger than usual Mediterranean waves and the blowing sand and tumble weeds. At one point the phone was almost blown out of her hands!

We even witnessed Neptune’s balls rolling down the beach 🙂