From the ‘Wow’ to the ‘Oh Sh..’!

Camping Rural Presa de Vinuela – what can we say? It was as though we had fallen asleep and woken up in paradise… but only partial paradise you understand. The views, the surroundings, the clean air, the quiet … we really thought we were in a little corner of heaven. The campsite – not so much. We had a decent sized pitch just across the path from a lovely terrace where we could sit with our mouths open looking out over the water. The downside was that the place was rustic. Rustic, we have discovered, is a polite term in camping circles for distinctly run down. We don’t really mind rustic at all. In fact, because we have great facilities on board we are happy with nearby fresh water to fill up with, a waste drop and good electricity. We got all these things at Vinuela and we could relax except for one thing. We had made a true Rookie Mistake when we left “civilisation” to go up into the hills. We didn’t stop at a supermarket or go to a cash machine. In the fridge, we had the ingredients for one dinner and a couple of breakfasts. In the purse, about 18€.  We assumed that there would be either a shop nearby or the means to get to one by public transport. Similarly the cash machine. By now, after all these months on the road, we ought to know better. The ‘shop’ on the site had a packet of toilet rolls, a couple of cans of dog food, four ancient ice creams and a tin opener.  We were six miles from a cash machine and we only discovered this after manoeuvring the van down a very steep slope, round a hairpin bend and taken fourteen shuffles backwards and forwards to get her on to the pitch. We weren’t getting off again until we absolutely had to.

Getting on the pitch took some shuffling

Fortunately for us, there was an additional feature at the camping. They had a really good restaurant and café bar that was open from 9.00 a.m. to 10.00 p.m. and they took cards as payment. Our only challenge, after realising that we had the perfect excuse not to cook for a couple of days, was to make our 18€ last for small orders and tips. The small orders soon went out of the window. We had two meals there that would have satisfied a lumberjack.

Walking the dogs was an absolute treat. A small gate, not twenty feet from our pitch, opened on to steps that led to the lakeside and an abundance of interesting paths where the dogs could run free and we could continue our open-mouthed amazement at the beauty of the place. We were only ten miles from Torre del Mar yet we could easily have believed ourselves in Austria.

 

A shepherd walking his flock to the lakeside. Our dogs were not so sure about this at all.

It was on such a walk that we met Barry and Margaret, a delightful couple from Cumbria. They told us about a walk they had done up to the village of Los Romeros. The village is only about 2.5 miles away but it is up a very steep incline. Barry and Margaret gave us good advice – just keep putting one foot in front of the other. So, the next morning, after giving the dogs their long morning sprint along the lakeside, we put them in the van and set off up to the village with a rucksack and the promise of a village shop. As I have the Basil Fawlty Award for Stating the Bleeding Obvious I will say it – we were knackered when we got to the top …  but it was worth it. The sheer size of the landscape up there is incredible. It is a traditional white Spanish village with a shop, an olive oil factory and a small bar. There is also a nice restaurant, famous apparently for good steaks. Other than that there were wrinkled old ladies sweeping their steps, a couple of old men in flat caps watching us pass, a few friendly dogs out for their morning constitutionals and a kiosk where you can buy a traditional local beer in the afternoon if you so desire. We found the shop and bought a few things but the bill only came to 5€ so we didn’t feel we could use a card to pay. Our small cash kitty was depleting rapidly. Then we went to the village bar to get a drink – water for Shirley, coffee for me – that was another 2€. We were discovering what it’s really like to be on a tight budget.

Up the steep hill, one foot in front of the other
The view from the top

We set off back down the road dreaming of a nice lunch in the restaurant at the campsite. Walking up the hill we had been aware of only one route so we set off back just putting one foot in front of the other as advised. About halfway down a long winding road, we started to be aware that nothing at all looked familiar. Then we looked over to where the campsite ought to be – it wasn’t there anymore. It was on our left when it should have been on our right. We’d  obviously taken a wrong turning. For a few minutes, we were completely confused, not at all certain which way to go to get back to the site. There is a fast road running through the valley that goes past the site and we could see it several hundred feet below us. There was no way that we could see to get to it and we are several years past the mountain goat phase of life so we didn’t try. It was then that a realisation came to us – we had downloaded a handy little app. called Scout after it was recommended to us by Jo and Doug. This great little GPS device shows walking paths and routes as well as working as a normal vehicle satnav. We stood in the shade of a tree and fired it up. There was good news and bad news. The good news was that we didn’t have to walk back up a long steep hill only to turn right and go back down another steep path to get back to where we started. The bad news was that the alternative route was about 4 miles long. Given that we had already walked 5 miles and were hungry we weren’t enthusiastic but it was the best of the two options so we set off as positively as we could manage. Eventually, after walking uphill and downhill and in apparent circles, we came upon the main road with the very welcome sign Campsite 2km. That sign lied – I swear it did. That last bit of the walk felt like miles. It was hot, we were tired and hungry, we had brought no water (Rookie Mistake no. 2031) and mozzies were out looking for blood. Finally, we dragged ourselves into the campsite, opened the van door and found the dogs standing, looking desperate and making that “I need a pee” whimper that you simply cannot ignore. Shirley gets the Big Brave Cookie award for taking them straight out for another walk while I drank several litres of water and availed myself of the motorhome facilities. Relief all round …

We went straight to the site restaurant and ordered a late lunch / early dinner. We started healthily:

“Chicken Salad please.”

“You want chips?” We looked at one another … “Yes!”

“You want bread?” …. “Yes!”

“You want beer?” “Yes please!”

“Large beer?” … and so it went on. We left after devouring a large chocolate ice cream for dessert and coffee. I had chocolate around my mouth like a toddler – it was even up my fingernails. No shame I tell you – we have no shame at all. We returned to the van and watched TV then fell into bed at 8.30 p.m. No stamina either, obviously.

We met some lovely people at the site including a nice man called John who made us swear that we wouldn’t name the site on our blog. Sorry John. He stays there for six months or more a year. We also met Dave, another motorhomer who re-ignited our love of Hymer A class motorhomes. One of these is on our wish list. They are such fine machines, built like tanks and with true German efficiency. We agreed with John that this site is best enjoyed with the addition of a hire car, otherwise, with even the best preparation, you would need to move on or take the van out to the shops.

On our last evening, we got out the maps and the books to decide on our next stop. We have been very kindly invited by friends Pam and Jeremy to go and stay with them in their house for a few days in the Almeria region. We had two more nights to visit somewhere en route and we decided that we wanted some more spectacular scenery. We chose a campsite up in the Sierra Nevada close to the mountain village of Guejar Sierra. The road up there is the narrow, steep drop on one side, true mountain road that no-one in a big vehicle would choose if they had any sense. We stopped on the way at a viewpoint to take a photo and to take deep breaths, letting the long line of traffic behind us go on ahead. We kept passing cyclists and having to choose between a) driving at their speed, b) going around them giving them plenty of room and risking another car coming round one of the hairpin bends and hitting us or c) driving close to the cyclists and risking their safety. We chose a mixture of a) and b) and trembled a lot.

The viewpoint / breathing space

Before we left, I looked at the campsite website and could find no GPS coordinates so I put the address given into the satnav. This was yet another Rookie Mistake (lost count now) and it was only when we found ourselves going uphill on a tiny road into the town that we saw the sign that warned “No motorhomes or caravans”. We were committed by then and could do nothing about it. The road seemed to be one way and as we were spat out of a tiny gap into the town square, the awful truth hit us. We couldn’t go anywhere. Balconies and sharp bends on tiny lanes were simply impossible for us. I drove the van into something resembling a space, effectively bunging up the road for everyone while Shirley ran into the Council Offices to ask for help. She came out with a lady and a map. The lady spoke no English but she mimed that we should turn around and go back down the road we had just come up. It seems that it wasn’t a one-way street after all. Terror gripped us both. How were we going to get out?

Two way street?

We set off slowly down the road only to meet a Fiat Panda coming the other way. We simply didn’t fit and the car driver made it absolutely clear that we had to reverse to let him through. Somehow we did it without losing the side of the van and then Shirley, the true heroine of the hour, set off jogging down the road with me following so that she could stop any other traffic coming up. We got to the bottom trembling and tried to work out where the campsite was from a map that made no sense at all. It was then that a little bell rang in my head. We were going to an ACSI site and we had their book in the van. The ACSI book gives GPS coordinates. Feeling very foolish, I put the coordinates into the satnav and discovered that we had driven past the site on our way to the village. We got there in three minutes, but not before I’d upset a cyclist and got sworn at. He had been flying downhill into town, swinging around the hairpin bends when I was pulling out of the carpark where we had stopped to regroup. He seemed to think that I could see around corners and should have seen him coming. I took a deep breath and thought of the other fifteen cyclists that I had protected by driving slowly and taking wide serves around at risk of life and limb as we drive up the mountain and just waved. With my whole hand not with two fingers …

So here we are in the mountains. It’s spectacular. The site is beautiful. We walked back into town this morning to take pictures of the scene of our embarrassment yesterday and it involved walking two miles up a very steep hill and back down another one to get to the square. People here must be incredibly fit.

Lovely donkey greeted us on our walk to the village
Spring is here

14 thoughts on “From the ‘Wow’ to the ‘Oh Sh..’!

  1. With a full fridge and a bit of cash it sounds like Presa de Vinuela could be a semi-paradise, no wonder John doesn’t want you to let anyone else know!

    I am full of admiration for you both; the thought of a large vehicle vs. small roads experience like you have just described fill me with terror, heck, I’m even nervous about driving our panel van on Lake District roads that I know really well … OK, that’s me outed then, complete wimp! Way to go ladies 😊 👏

    1. Thanks Jayne. We wouldn’t repeat that experience again in a hurry but we’ve found that most people are very helpful and will assist us when we get in a tight corner. that doesn’t count the Panda driver of course.

  2. Another fantastic read Ladies! I take my hat off to you both in your driving skills.
    My first drive in Ibiza up the mountain roads – in the dark – was a white knuckle ride. Thankfully I couldn’t see the 6 foot drop on the side of the roads!! Your photos make it all worth while. Sometimes I almost feel I’m with you on the journey. Buen viaje. x

    1. Hi John, Your reply made me realise it could have been worse – it could have been dark. 😉 Thanks for the encouragement. x

  3. Rookie mistakes are just cos you’ve gotten relaxed! And what a lovely way to be.

    Omg on the drive into the village. Any motorhomer has got that t shirt. Does this mean the alcohol consumption is nearly matching ours?

    1. Relaxed sometimes yes – but we haven’t quite made it to your level of self medication yet. Give us time 😉 We’re building up to it. x x

  4. Oh my goodness! you two do nothing for my high blood pressure!! What a fabulous time you’re both having and in a lovely looking area too! Take care! PS let us know if you’re passing this way on the way back as we’d love to see you! X

  5. Our blood pressure was somewhere in the stratosphere Rachel. It took us hours to feel relaxed after that! We will get in touch when we know which direction we’re taking on the way back. It won’t be until the end of April though. x

  6. 😂😂😂 glad you eventually got there, your blog is great, and seeing the beautiful pictures of the views and villages, makes. Me wish I was there too. Oh well maybe next year for definate, no excuses. Love to you both and the dogs, Sandy

    1. There are so many beautiful places Sandy. Our only problem is choosing which one to go to next. Hope you do get away next year. x

  7. HI Ladies,
    Can’t believe how close we were to each other. Except we were doing the free way.
    See our next blog if I can tear myself away from relaxing! Probably tomorrow, OK tomorrow never comes but I will get a ROUND TUIT someday. We are in bird heaven at the moment just staring at Greater Flamingos, well that’s what the sign says. Tune into TheOldAgeTravellers.wordpress.com soon to find out.
    Love to you both.
    S&J xxxx

    1. Hi Steve & Judy, We realised we were close by but we opted for the luxury of electricity and a space to spread out for a few days. Looking forward to seeing your next blog post. x x

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