Going slowly

3rd February - Caseras

Woke up to pouring rain and therefore all the early morning jobs like dog walking, removing the silver screen, folding up the hook up etc all had to be done in the wet. To get dry we decided to have breakfast in the site cafe. 2 x fried eggs and a plate of bacon/ham good value at €6 each.

After which I take my site map to reception to ask where we can fill up with water. The manager draws a circle on my map and I plod off to have a look. Nope, nothing there. Just a building site! So I plod back, now pretty fed up. She shrugs and puts her coat on as she contacts someone on her mobile phone. I follow her to the building site and she disappears through a brick arch and returns with the end of a new, blue hose. The end is bnt back in her hand to stop the water flowing out. She nods at me and I understand I am to bring the van here to this hose. Great!

JC is quite surprised as i pour myself into the van end explain we have to move now to get the water tank filled up. So everything is stuffed in cupboards and we move off towards the building site. I have second thoughts about the while thing really as we never use anyone else's hose but this one does look new.

JC is interested to visit the old 12th century part of Caceras. Had we not been so delayed, we would have planned in a 2 night stop in the Aire in the middle of the town. However, it was only a short (150 mile odd) drive, so we have the afternoon.

The Aire is large and is alongside a coach park. We are no 2 campervan in at around 2.00 ish and walked off in search of the Old Town. Lovely architecure and a fabulous large square surrounded by bars and restaurants. We got back to the van around 4.00 ish and there were another couple of motorhomes in place. Over the following hour another 22 arrived in all sizes and nationalities and fairly soon the place was full. Oddly we were the only van to have a bit of space on both sides, so when a friendly Brit from the lake distric asked us if we could shove up a bit and let them in, we felt like we were in Fiscardo harbour on Kefalonia and did just that.

Dinner in the main square was a disappointment. All too touristy for their own good, and the chef couldn't even get the chips right. But at least we didn't have to cook. The dogs stayed in the van and no complaints when we returned. (From fellow vanners - not the dogs!)




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