Myrtle The Motorhome

Days 12 to 14
L'Escala,
Sant Pere Pescador

Day 12:

Wednesday 10th October
Cala Montgo, Nr.L’Escala, Spain.
Miles: None
Site: Illa Mateua Camping Resort
Cost: €14.00 per night.

This was the saddest start to any day so far on our holiday. I awoke, I’m not really sure at what time but it was very light, to hear a motorhome driving away but for a moment didn’t think anymore about it. Then as it started to dawn on me I shot up and pulled down the blind to see a big space where Jill and Peter’s motorhome had been. Bugger! we both thought, it would have been nice to say cheerio.

A short while later we did get up and as we were around at the front of Myrtle for one reason or another we noticed some paper stuck under one of the windscreen wipers. It was a note from Jill and Peter saying sorry we’d missed you in the bar last night and they’d left their email address along with the message, enjoy the rest of your holiday and drop us an email when you get back. If we felt bad missing them the night before and then felt sad missing them in the morning we now felt really really bad and sad. Believe it or not it gets even worse, we decided we would put their note somewhere safe and would definitely contact them when we got back, well guess what, we lost their nice note so Jill and Peter if you are reading this and you’re still talking to us please get in touch.

After the sad start to the day there was only one thing left to do, that was to spend the day at our private pool being pampered by our personal staff.

One embarrassing thing to report at this stage in the proceedings was the slight flaw in my foreign language skills. As our private waiter and waitress became more and more friendly and the service got better and better I decided I needed to express my gratitude more and more in their native tongue. Eventually H queried what it was I thought I was saying. I politely explained that I was merely saying thank you in the native tongue to which she then explained it would have been the native tongue if we’d been in Italy and not in Spain. I’d been saying ‘Grazie’ and not ‘Garcia’s’, oops ‘Se La Vie’ as they say in the posh parts of Germany.

After a day by the pool and lunch at our private bar, which by the way today included a free Tapas starter to apologise as something on the menu wasn’t available, we return to Myrtle and having spent most of the day reading and re-reading the instructions it was time to get Max out again.

With the aid of my compass I pointed Max in the right direction then set the alignment until Max’s sat finder LNB went green then, and this was the bit I hadn’t been doing, re-tuned Max’s receiver and biff baff boff 263 English speaking channels including the big 5, all the +1’s as well as the 2’s, 3’s and 4’s not to mention the old faithfuls CNN and Al Jazeera.

That evening we’d been invited for drinks by a nice couple called Dave and Liz who were in a Pilot motorhome across from us. The sunny days, cheap booze by the pool and waitress and butler service we received throughout the day though was obviously no good for us and by about 10.30 or 11 o’clockish we were bushed and ready for bed.

We said our goodbyes to Dave and Liz who like us had decided it was time to move on in the morning and to another English couple from Saddleworth, she was called Unis but his name fails me at the moment, a nice chap and ex-HGV driver.

Day 13:
Thursday 11th October
Cala Montgo, Nr.L’Escala to Sant Pere Pescador, Spain.
Miles: 10miles
Site: Aquarius Camping
Cost: €14.00 per night.

We’d found an absolutely brilliant site at Illa Mateua Camping Resort thanks to Hugo and Agabien and the weather was great too so why were we moving on? Well I know this might sound a bit daft but before returning to France and starting the journey home we wanted to see what another Spanish site and resort were like to be able to compare these to the French ones and without heading south there was only other site in the ACSI book available to us.

We left Illa Mateua at just before noon and as we checked out we found that if we’d stopped just after that time we would have been charged for another evening and if we’d paid we would have definitely stayed another day.

We started the long journey north and eventually arrived at the ‘Aquarius Camping’ site near Sant Pere Pescador about 30 minutes later. In fact as this was only about 10 miles down the road from our last site Myrtle was re-pitched and Max was set up with another 260 plus channels all within about 45 minutes.

This was a German owned and ran site and was almost full when we arrived and it was explained to us that this was because it had been half term in Germany and most would be leaving over the next few days.

This would be a good time to tell you about the cunning code which we derived for when we were talking about people from other countries. We’d noticed that referring to people by nationality was sometimes embarrassing in that although you weren’t saying anything bad about them the one word of your conversation they would pick up on was their nationality which would then make them aware you were speaking about them. We also noticed this when we heard foreigners use the words English or British. For example if we were walking around a site and H said I like that caravan I wonder what country they’re from and I replied Germany as we walked passed they’d be aware we were talking about them which sometimes was greeted with a smile and a nod but on other occassions there was definite air of I wonder what they're talking about. We therefore decided to refer to Countries by the letter which represented their number plate international letter code. eg. Germans became known as ‘D’ Platers, Dutch were NL’s and French were ‘F’ Platers etc.

Needless to say then but as this site was German owned and managed and clearly very well marketed in Germany I should say 80% of the residents were ‘D’ Platers.

This was now our second site in Spain and again this site was excellent and far superior to anything we’d stayed on or were to stay on in France. The toilet blocks and facilities areas were immaculately clean at all times and the sit down loos were complete with seats and there was loo roll as well.

The club, bar restaurant area was very nice as well and was fully open. There was a well stocked mini market, mind you the staff in there were a little miserable, and a children’s play area. There was even an area where you could wash your motorhome, car or caravan at no extra cost.

The site was next to the coast and a short path led you to a vast sandy beach and the Med.

The beach was not as nice as the beach at Marseillan Plage or the Cove at Cala Montgo though and as for the surrounding area, that’s the area within easy cycling or walking distance, this site was no comparison to the two aforementioned.

As we were still in Spain however and the beer, well all booze, was so cheap we decided to try out the bar that evening and met a very nice couple called Sue and Mike who were from the Manchester area.

The four of us were the last to leave the bar at about 11.30 and I for one was just a little worse for wear.

Day 14:
Friday 12th October
Sant Pere Pescador, Spain.
Miles: None
Site: Aquarius Camping
Cost: €14.00 per night.

The weather was still nice but it wasn’t quite so warm and sunny as it had been on previous mornings and you got a sense that the good weather was on the way out.

We decided to get Lizzy and Ada out and explore the local area and the town of Sant Pere Pescador. In fact that’s all there was in the local area, the town of Sant Pere Pescador which was a little under whelming. Most of the bars and cafes and what few shops there were seemed to be closed for the season and there were few tourist about and the town had an uncertain feel about it.

The area around Sant Pere Pescador seemed mainly agricultural and whether it was because it was close to the harvest period or what we don’t really know, but there seemed to be a lot of African immigrants either riding around on mopeds sometimes two or three up or sat in trailers been towed around by tractors. No body looked very happy and for whatever reason it was it just didn’t feel very touristy.

Back at the site and Myrtle we decided to christen another of our recent purchases from the Lincolnshire Motorhome show. This time it was a roasting pan for the Cadac and for treat we cooked, perfectly, two large jacket spuds. Not very Jamie Oliver I know but it was just a test run and the big advantage over using the Cadac as oppose to Myrtles fully functioning oven was we didn’t heat the motorhome up during the cooking period. Previously when we’ve used the oven for any long period the temperature in Myrtle has reached Scandinavian Sauna like temperatures and we’d either ended up sitting outside or with all the windows open.

That evening we returned to the bar and again enjoyed the company of Mike and Sue and later by a couple we’d also seen at Illa Mateau.

While at the bar that evening we were delighted to receive a text from Alan and Christine who we’d met at Marseillan Plage asking which way we were heading home and enquiring if we want to meet up again.

We decided we would move on in the morning and head for Argeles sur Mer in France and then meet up with Alan and Christine two or three days later in the Dordogne.

We’d enjoyed our stay at Aquarius and particularly two good evenings in the bar with Mike and Sue.
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The Promenade At L'Escala

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L'Escala

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More Refreshing Beer, It's So Cheap! 

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A Shopping Trip With Lizzie & Ada To L'Escala

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Our Private Pool At Illa Mateua Camping Resort.

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Our Pitch At Aquarius Camping, Sant Pere Pescador, Spain.

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The Bar At Aquarius Camping.

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A Drink With Mike & Sue

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