As planned we got away early. It was 8.40 am and I suddenly realised the
time. We had got up early and it’s
amazing how quickly an hour can pass when you are busy doing nothing. I shrieked “We’d better get our a**es in gear”. We were almost ready and in only another 5
minutes we had finished getting the van ready to leave. That’s the beauty of not getting anything
out.
So here we were again – top priority – get LPG. I had checked the SatNag and there was an LPG
station only 2 miles away, just off the dual carriageway on our way out of
town. This must be easy!!!!! Actually
yes, just a couple of glitches this time. One it
took us onto a sliproad with a Repsol garage in sight – only that wasn’t the
Repsol garage that we were looking for but it was the right direction and 2.
In Spain they have some very strange roundabouts on main roads. They are
a bit like the London Underground Sign.
A roundabout with the dual carriageway running down the middle and traffic lights all over the place.
I hope the picture explains it better. The black line shows how I should have done it and
the yellow one shows the actual route taken.
It’s so difficult when you are driving and concentrating on where you
are in the current road to see where you should be on the next one.
A bit of adrenalin flowing but no harm done, we
crossed the road safely and got into the garage.
Phew! That was the easiest one yet.
Refuelled we got on our way to San Sebastian.
Now all the time when we’d been on the central plain I had
been saying that what goes up must come down.
There had to be a time when we would be coming down to the coast. For miles and miles we had no more than a
slight downhill slope and we were getting closer and closer to the coast.
Finally it hit us, a 6% descent – we hadn’t seen anything
like that since the Massif Central in France just after Christmas. This was fun!
Finally we reached San Sebastian and it was only just
lunchtime.
San Sebastian - just a short visit.
I had suggested that we go to San Sebastian to have a look
and to stay at an aire for a couple of nights.
It is supposed to be a popular holiday town so we thought it would be a
good place to stop, do our shopping before we crossed the border – just the
essentials of course, wine, brandy, whiskey and tobacco.
Again things didn’t quite go to plan.
Having made an early start, we arrived at the aire at about
12.30pm, nice and early and in time for lunch.
We thought we’d have lunch and then walk into town which was only about
1 mile away.
The aire itself was quite nice, green, contained the
necessaries and was backed up to a cliff and in a car park near to what looked
like a college.
We paid for the overnight stay which was only about 3.5
Euros and then had lunch and a rest after the journey. We planned to go into
town at about 2pm. There were about 10 other vans parked up and only one seemed
to be currently occupied, by a young Spanish couple. While we were sitting around relaxing a van
drove around with a rough looking man in it looking at all the vans. A short while later he drove round again and
then left. Then Iain saw a battered old Volvo
drive around looking at the vans. When
he went to throw some rubbish away he saw the same car with a middle-aged man
and a child in it, parked by the bins, behind the hedge where it couldn’t be
seen by anyone in the motorhomes.
Now we have never been afraid when parked on aires before
and we didn’t feel uncomfortable staying here overnight, especially as we have
one of the best burglar alarms in the world – a dog, but it just didn’t feel
right. Even though the car left,
eventually, as Iain said, small boys are great for pushing through sky-lights. There
was no guarantee that the car, or the van would not come back. There was no reason for either of them to be
in the motorhome parking area and
certainly not to be hanging around there.
There was no way that we were going to leave the van empty
in this car park. It is our home after
all and you carry a lot more important “stuff” than you would if you were on
holiday. If we couldn’t leave the van
unattended then there was no point in being in San Sebastian. We quickly decided that we were not happy to
stay here and that even though we’d already paid for the night we would move
on. Better safe than sorry.
Luckily it was still only 3pm and although we’d already done
over 200 miles we were feeling pretty fresh and we had plenty of time before
dark. As we were on our way home, we
decided to move up into France, but decided to go to Saint Jean de Luz, about 20 miles away on the way to Biarritz. We
were then hoping that we would find a supermarket on the way, near to the
border so that we could do our “stocking up”.
Luckily just on the border there is a supermarket, at Irun so
we stopped and shopped for the necessaries. Unfortunately there are no
tobacconists at the shopping centre, however for the smokers reading you can
buy cartons of cigarettes at many of the cafes there, but I’m not sure if they
take credit cards. As Iain wanted to buy
tobacco that was a bit of a disappointment but c’est la vie, it's not that much more expensive in France.
We then decided not to go back onto the peage which was a
bit of a mistake as the roads from Irun to Saint Jean de Luz were not the best,
however we arrived at our campsite without any major drama.
We felt that we had made the right decision not to stay in
San Sebastian.
So here we were at Camping Ferme Erromardie on the north
side of St Jean de Luz.
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