I have missed some part of our adventure out due to circumstances, but I will try to complete that at a later stage.
I wish to carry onwards and upwards at the moment.
This is the end of our two week Stay at Marjal, a campsite of approx. 1400 sites, superb Shower blocks with under floor heating, (here in Spain).
An internal road system and sited various styles and sizes Motor Homes you can Imagine.
There were also bungalows of all shapes and sizes that are available to purchase and rent.
The owners can then modify them as they feel only limited by the amount of money one has.
We had spent the last night at the club, getting there for happy hour at 6 o’clock, the prices are normally good but now they were ridiculously cheap.
But who was moaning.
The entertainer for the night was “Dutch Jonny” he certainly new how to manipulate the crowd.
We all (Sandra, Audrey, Tom and I) had a good evening with plenty of laughs.
Tom and Audrey had supported us well through our problems with my car, giving us moral help and also mobile help. (That’s another story)
Evening over, we said our good byes with hugs and kisses and promises to meet again soon.
We went our separate ways back to our caravans and so to bed.
Awake early to see the sun arise over the horizon, great a nice day to travel.
Breakfast, packed up said our goodbyes to our neighbor, an Englishman from up North, who now lives if France but come south for the winter to his Bungalow he Purchased for 45,000 euros when the site opened 4 years ago.
Also said our goodbyes to a couple that are Assistant Caravan Club Stewards on the clubs sites. They camped with the CCC Rally not wanting to be bothered by the CCC members.
They were also very helpful when we arrived.
Going back in March to Steward a site in Suffolk until November.
Tom and Audrey arrived said our goodbyes again, and we drove off into the sunrise.
Sat Nav set to the GPS fastest time for a site along the coast 180 miles away, had good reports about it and was in the right direction.
Bonterra Park on the way to Barcelona.
The road numbering system is quite complicated, with some roads having the two numbers, I never got to the bottom of that one but I suppose some one knows.
The problems with travelling in a country you do not know constantly thinking does the Sat Nav know where it is going, In my mind we were not going in the right direction, E-17, A31, numbers I had not been used to having travelled several times between Denia and some where near Torrvieja.
(These were the times I had my unfortunate experiences with my car)
Eventually I pulled into a filling station and checked, with the detailed map.
Yes we were on the right road but not necessarily in the direction I thought we might go.
I thought we would go along the coast road, on of several that ran in the same direction but of different quality and some road tolls, with road numbers E-15, N-332, A-7, AP-7.
We were going north, it was busy with loads of lorries so we were going in the right direct, but was it the direction I wanted.
My stop confirmed I should have had confidence in my Sat Nav; we were travelling along a road that was cutting across a sort of peninsula.
This road was constantly going up hill; there was industry on sides, some population, and some times greenery.
200 yards after our stop we took a road sharply to the right after 6 miles then took another turning to the right, sharply is probably the wrong word, all roads blended into each other via filter lanes, in effect these were quite a good way of joining the flow on busy roads.
This last on took us onto the A35, A7 road that took us back towards Valencia.
The scenery began to change, the landscape also changed giving it a more cared for appearance.
Industry was strewn around, fields of various types fruit, either gathered or starting their their cycle again, Oranges and lemons were very popular. Lorries with crates of them were moving them around the countryside to different locations.
Recently constructed houses were plentiful, an obvious higher economic area of Spain not reliant on the tourist industry.
All the roads again were recently built within the last 10 years, not to the same standards as the UK, road width seem to differ, the hard shoulders were definitely death traps if you stopped, not being wide enough for the vehicle, let alone offer some repairs
Miles rolled by; we were travelling at approximately 55- 60 miles an hour, giving lorries the opportunity to pass us by and also for me to relax and enjoy the scenery, time was on my side.
The area around Valencia was nice and I wished I would have had time to spend and explore more; it appeared to be clean tidy and well organize,
It was not to be.
The population became denser and Sat Nav said turn off, we nearing our destination as “Benicassim” appeared on the road signs.
We were now on local roads, turn sharp right, blimey that looks a bit steep, it was, for longer caravans that had bottomed out by the scars in the road.
Turn left; I had to turn the wing mirrors in to get through the rows of cars on either side.
Turn left and left again, there was a roundabout, and the left turning had gone.
I made the right choice.
We turned into a well-organized campsite, told to find our pitch and report back after leaving our passports with him.
10amp electricity was available, water on pitch suitable for washing etc., potable water available from a central source that I was not keen on due to my recent past experience.
England Vs. Italy available in the clubhouse tomorrow so I am sorted.
Out for a walk into Benicassim, Sandra’s compulsory visit to the local “Sell Everything Chinese shop, purchased a local large cauliflower for 1 euro, into Lidle’s for some bread and made our way back to the van knackered again but happy the Sat Nav brought right to the door without the previous hassles I’ve had.






